reverberation

It's "how" that always
succumbs to a "why".
Renegade "me",
pricked, mended and crystallized
by the satiny shaved solitude
slumbers over the palliasse
of an eternal "You"-ness.
love, prosified.
Sigh!
"You" impaled a lifeless "me".

V@@S..

echoes

The endless echoes and reechoes
of "YoUr" Silence sustains "him"
within a convulsive "me".
And "I" am neither the subject any more
nor "You"..

We have dissevered our
nights, paths and an irrefutable reality
bruising love.

Endurance has it's own limit
with respect to the amplitude of loneliness
and I dampen the same
to make sure,
"You" are always safe
in my heart..