My
whole self is a blue butterfly
Caged
in the glassy walls of semi-colons
My
eyes, the twinkling hollow buttons
Can
only inhale the fragrance of moonlit stars
My
wilderness is sifted with velvety ribbons of puns
Burnt
in ashes, my cells flung it down
Those
notes which syntax grins till beheading their crown.
Fear
not my love, do not change your path
The
castle of yours in my sky vast eyes resides
Still
you are the emperor of my town
Why my
skin do has looks so pale?
Won’t
you ask what turned me frail?
Mocks
on my verses, the reverberating storm of adverbs
Grounded
in ink, I am a puppet, whose lord is words.
The
frothy clouds rain stony diamonds of verbs
Over
the stumbling waves of my toddler thoughts
Why
would I, a noun less pronoun, defame you?
Words
have crumbled me into briny sand
Each
time, sun ascends, my bare innards roar your name
Nor
words can change, I their foe
Neither
I am willing to let you go
Do not
be frightened of me my love
Would
you leave my heart in this painful hour?
When
all is fair in love and war
Paras Ali/2017
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