The lady picked up the rose her lover had given her a fortnight before. It had lain there for weeks, untouched in her drawer; a thorned, bent abomination, marking his departure.
Mindlessly she started plucking the petals one after the other; her blood-red lips, which had once enjoyed his kisses and showered him declarations, was now a broken record playing a song with only two lines- "You loved...
Monday, December 29, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
Said the Passionate (Book) Lover to His Love
Let me unwrap your earthly tunic
And let me enfold you in my arms
All throughout the night
I shall warm your cold body
As I stare at your lovely nakedness.
Making love to you takes me to ethereal places
So let me explore your every corner
Lull me to sleep with your words enchanted
And leave...
