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/