Erupt.
Like the serrated edge of razor-sharp regret, you pulled my infertile soul away with uninspired…
Have you been baptised in the river Ganges
or tasted the sweet, succulence of pomegranate?
It beckons you with a single gesture,
then lingers like fragrant jasmine.
No funeral pyre is complete without its song,
a haunting melody that intoxicates the senses;
glimpses of past lives flash in your mind
transporting you to simpler times.
“It beckons you with a single gesture,”
— Purification.
Like the serrated edge of razor-sharp regret, you pulled my infertile soul away with uninspired…
His every breath, my sustenance; for I am weak without His voice. Humbled by His covenant, in His…
I gaze longingly at the stars, searching for an answer, attempting to find reason hidden in their…
I gaze longingly at the stars, searching for an answer, attempting to find reason hidden in their…