Your Orbs

Illusions and delusions

Surround me

Love is gone

But you stayed back

In a physical form

Resting on the chair

Starting at me

Since days now

Your hollow orbs

Have lost their pupils

They stare through the grotesque white

You have grown cold

From all the talk of death

By the feeling of it

At dusk

I can’t sleep

Your orbs shine

They reel pictures of my grave

In the white

I will wait here till I’m consumed by them

I will wait to be a part of you.

© Aniket More



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