Tuesday 14 December 2010

Awais Aftab

Her lips are a frozen Banshee wail,
A fragile histology of ice.
They won't survive a kiss:
The thermocoagulation of desire.
You would taste the foreshadowing;
Something is about to die.

2 comments:

(¯`•._.•[Raajii]•._.•´¯) said...

damn, this just stabbed me somewhere.

Aditi Yadav said...

in the murmur and in the eyes
everyday a little dies.

 

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