Evening blues

Look at her eyes

They have this depth
like a chasm
like a whirlpool
like a cosmic wind that uproots you and makes you into smithereens and again reconstructs you
like a slap that a sting and something soft along with it.
like a wing of butterfly trapped in a cage and the cage  was thrown to the wind
please give me some air to breathe
your air….



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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