Wrapped in freedom
And what are scars for if not to flaunt?
A cold storage for flashes of better times
The memoirs of a broken heart
And the pages of a lost arc
The encounter, the rendezvous, carved, etched on our skins
Slash and stripped right below the earth in your own kindness. A hot bath and a cold razor.
And the essence of calm wrapped in freedom
Slash, slit and enslaved
The free bird, the captive in the same moment
Spiraling out, keep going
End is near; end is here, in this moment forever
Twist and writhe in peace, inviting the demons as they latch.
They knock, you open and embrace
Fade fade fade
— Varun & Mitchelle
Author’s note:
This is an amalgamation of a random conversation we both had. It’s the musings of our hearts. It paints a picture. And each of you will be able to see a different story. Hope you guys like this effort. We’ll work on some more. Cheers!
Checkout Varun’s other works on http://www.lightningforthelame.blogspot.in/
Myshelle Congeries 
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