Posted in poems

Upheaval


My
breath
shudders under
a blanket of seclusion ,
a hypnotic heart cuddles
against such recollections
of intimacy and not of
farewells, loathing to scatter
the red hot rhymes of your lips,
and also the glow of its
sweat…tastes like red wine,
at that point it beats…and beats
delicately, as it imagines
you, in an early
misty
f

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Author:

This blog is managed by Abhishek Pathania -A computer science student, who writes short poems on genres ranging from horror, mystery, drama, romance, satire, and fiction. Occasionally you'll find motivational quotes and hand-curated articles on a variety of topics, all capable of shaping conscious awareness.

20 thoughts on “Upheaval

  1. Wowww! Romantic, huh? You have done justice to this genre. The phrases are so powerful here as well. Especially the “early misty fall” one. 🌼 I love your work. But I just have one question, in this poem, is the girl really there, or the poet is just imagining her to be there? πŸ€”

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