A table wide and long filled with heads,more with glee, less with gloom,regardless of all occurrences, cheering a toast nodding a sige,unknowingly agreeing to the master craft of ungodly affairs,they all writ their destinies in black,taking oath to Belial,clad in crisp white,all the godly and pious,concurring the wide spread of darkness in a world where
The sizzling sound of an intercepted missile,The appearance of smoke in the clear blue sky,I hear and see this!But within this sight,a face appeared with teary eyeswailing to stop this,weeping to bring a halt,agonizingly uttering, you know in this all, I lost my father and my mom lost her dear husband,she lost her unborn child
Veiled??Shall not all faces be unveiled?At this catastrophically moment of time to uncoverUncover the loathe and murkiness hidden beneath the chests..the masks of all whites to be exposed and unleashing the black within!
I wish Ammi is not witnessing me messing with her recipes and presenting them valiantly as a hostess uttering with immense pride this is how my Ammi used to cook and serve.. but maybe deep down the idea is not experimentation of her recipes and yearning for an applause but it is the inner child
Subtle peeping into the soul,Â
It is like the creeping of some barren climbers..
The melancholy I wrote became my destiny..
Scratched my soul and left it wounded..
