Sunday, December 25, 2011

A Serenade In Flames

For once again
You tread heavy
A flicker of rain dust
And pencil thin,
Fickle brimming love.
You see as far as I stand
You see red
You see naught
You look again
You see your future consumed
Scratched into my little, black book.

2 comments:

vimal said...

hm
interesting.

Nikita Banerjee said...

This is awesome. Short. Precise. Hard hitting!