conflicted

raise a torch to blue eyes-bred like infants through colossal, paint-chipped desires

we pass grease-stained carwashes, gasoline emanating our nostrils heavy, coarse night air filters our love

cigarette smoke and your hand is bloodied, can i feign my disbelief, as it haunts me, yet again?

sonic moments of paradise hide underneath beige cushions of stolen betrayal, streetlights accomplices

she busks under nightly skies,crimson blisters are remnants, orion accompanies the wanderers, nebulae traverse, uncharted

golden hair frames stretched skin, eyes illuminating the places you could go to, grazed fingers in sweaty,raw palms

"to kill a child, a sin," red wine gushes out, waterfalls of hatred- the illusion of tranquility lay shattered among glass

auburn fire in her glazed eyes, dashes of strawberry remnants, heart-shaped lockets be damned, star-crossed, un/crossed

'vande mataram', you whisper, but green armour-clad, unfurled tricolour trembling,you are well aware that

saffron paints over your blood-streaked lips, frost-bitten with the enemy of vengeance, foe and friend

shrieking cries, your sons have sacrificed, broken promises, of the greater good, but for what?

for azaadi, echoing out,for the lives of your countrymen, infants who now rest easy-gunshots ring out amid darken skies