Wintry Scrolls-1


My sleeves were wet with tears

They produced an inferno for themselves

Confusion produced infusions of pain

A mirage of darkness

A quagmire of lust

An oasis of longing

A lone path

A forest of ideas

A misleading light.

Steps took me backwards

Time took me into its core

Colors ate me and spat out

I became invisible

Everything became visible.



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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