And when the Reader reads
And when the Reader reads
Seems like
she is sitting before the senses
But
it wasn't the one whom I knew in fancies
It was a scrambled soul
speaking through eyes,
But her visage was horrible
having millions of lies
She
then moved her soft petals
and raised sensation,
Creepy and cursed clinches
the unseen infection
It was heart-wrenching affection
And helpless intention,
Sweet desire to role
the broken inventions
Locked the heavy breaths
She,
then Overfelt the hollowness
and her knees wrenched like death
When I looked into her eyes
Her lips try to hide the whacks
But,
The depth, the fear of pain invites
Vulnerable I am, sit on the other side
With a stitched tide,
Fainted I feel, I divide
And senselessly Quite
The butter paper before the cake
and the soulful mutters she makes
Then,
After the dazzling days of retakes
Under the blanket of shackles,
envelope the invisible quackles
And,
When she wondrously tackles
How beautifully
she endeavored to disguise
But,
The reader rides and revises.