She walks, too far, always.
Bargaining with thieves
The centrifugal poetry of existence
Morbid shadows living in future
Nibbling the moments
Moments cracked at every breathe
Temporary weapons, permanent wars
Eyes thrown at abyss of unknown
Goblins chuckle through albums
The epicentre of change
But, the frustration of obvious angles
The pragmatic perimeter
Mindless winds waltzing on wounds
Momentary bandages, quickfix scams
Nothing lasts. Entropy.
The shuffling of usual heartbeats
Heartbeats thundering with negotiations
Quiet surrender to intimate infernos
Distance measured or spent...the road has to end.
by - Ilashree goswami