Deep, dark and desolate
And it slashed me like a blade
A bit too predictable, all of it
Slashed wrists and bruised fists
The both of them, wanting refuge
From the cold and cruel winter blues
Going berserk, but together
All is not lost
As the fragments gather
It’s all a bit cold, as the fingers turn blue
They’re lying together in a bed
In a room
Filled with Silence
There bodies, motionless
but not dead
Cuddles, hugs and kisses
And breaths like hisses
They’re together, not far
In a world nobody knows of
A world wherein nothing’s broken and nothing’s ajar
Togetherness is not a virtue
It’s real
The breaths are warm and cozy, and they’re turning drowsy
It’s peaceful in there, nothing’s lousy
The frost isn’t over, but they’re jovial
The both of them are alive and kicking
He’s licking her lips, and sweat’s dripping
It’s all real…
Picture courtesy: Chandy Nanar
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