Thursday, February 26, 2009

I bargained with the petulant conspirator
The last dregs of my dream
The dreams, I had wrapped
In glitters and lavender hue

He leaned from his gothic fort,
And winked at his graft
Stretched out his arms lackadaisically
Eyeing my dead ‘forget-me-nots’

I shuddered in dismay for the benison from my love
My tears washed his urbane cenotaph
Fate the depraved commissary
Smirked at my sunken soul and flamed the way to Elysium

written by ananya chatterjee