feminine, Love, Nature, poetry, woman

Your Absence

My heart aches as

It bleeds drops of

crimson desires while

longing ,a decayed sepia

picture is preserved

in the cris-cross

chambers echoing

a comfort of your

lack, a cold warmth

in your stillness,

neat bed-sheets 

narrate a tale of

extinguished fire,of

broken vows , no

” I love you’‘ or

ever “miss you’

may be it is a

curse that you

only exist in your