Fleeting

warm afternoons seasoned with indolence
a melody of reminiscence,
the ball of fire touching the flesh
intensity weakens as she awaits,
the dusk appeared with wind by the side
cold killing the lifeless inside,
darkness following like a starved fiend
the anticipation of the unarrived,
petrifying!

Published by mrinalsemia

Hi, I'm Mrinal. Constantly trying to make sense of my life through stories.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: