amiekla

letter to someone lost
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my friend,
you must know
that happy endings do reside
at the hearts of
bollywood dreams
as their feet clenches tight
to hold on to life,
to lust, greed and the pleasant monsters
and we keep on asking the mirror....
the mirror do shed their mercurial feathers
upon the boulders, kissed by the nymphs of the bay
all night,
and they transform into love
only to be broken by the charms of new morning
to be the reality
once again.......

we've been together
collecting the oyester shells
fallen off from the cold bossom
of dream
courting with the frail hands of loneliness
like some forgotten note,
as she collected the dry leave
and arranged them with sparkles
in her bower

the shells, the bower is a myth
called out the morning sun...
the mirror cracked
to open up the gateway
to loss,
to hell,
to a point of no return,
yet opening a possibility
to go back once again.....