भरी पड़ी हुं,अपना ज़ख़्म ही रख दो की थोड़ी ख़ाली सी हो जाऊं गिरवी रख लो ना मेरी ख़ामोशी, की फिर से सवाली सी हो जाऊं ||

Lipsa..👰

I see my father in me; and I see me in my father, a reflection, a replica, a mirror image Fierce, protective, a guardian angel. a rock solid roof in a heavy dust storm, a sky full of sunshine and familiar warmth. a powerful protector I could have ever asked for a room full of togetherness I could have happily died for Wish I could have written a page full of rich similes or heavy metaphors But Alas!For him, my broken words will never be enough

Lipsa..👰

a heart full of metaphors, will you take it/ leave it cold, vulnerable like every trespassers did before you a soul made of star-ridden blackness, will you entwine it with yours/ rethread back into the skin scorching darkness once it possessed before you a promise full of crimson desire, will you keep it/ break it into pieces until it draws blood out of thoracic curve like it was bleeding, hurting before you

Lipsa..👰

your eyes dark, intense i fell for it like that burning star with the ground

Lipsa..👰

lonely moonlight, dressed up as a dream. collected teardrops that looks like stardust under its sleeve.

Lipsa..👰

at midnight i woke up, dampened in sweat bruising my palms with long fingernails; in a hope, for i could hold onto that taste of spring sugar you left on my lips, or i could drown deep to fill that void you left in my chest or i could ease my throbbing heart a little longer by singing that song you left in my breaths but i could not. it was not in my gasp to reach my overcooked brain didn't stand a chance against that forbidden illusion (almost real).

Lipsa..👰