reflections of perceptions…3

She was like a snake
Slippery and slimy
I could see her naked lust convulsing.

CoveringConscriptingAnd converging

And converging.
I was in a corner
My apathy has turned into a volcano
Pleasure erupted
The magma flew and it burned her
Her cry was like a bolt
The sound of the night
The silence of the day
The existence of a truth that is more confusing than the lie
She was a paradigm
And I was finding my rhyme.


Arjun here.From Kottakkal, Kerala,India. I am interested in anything that is interesting and writing comes among the top of that list. I read,I write,I live.

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