Today, I was feeling low and wanted to flip the pages of time when I was my real self without any artificial enamors and true to myself. I parked my car near by the park and strolled inside. The sunny afternoon of winters was soothing and I took a seat under the tree, the sun-rays filtering through the branches […]
The sudden spark of bombs Thumb triggering guns Chum stand numb Many succumb Life crumbles in nanoseconds Spilling bloods of shots Few are lucky to crack out Slick & Lock indoors The sudden thrum Leaves survivors estranged Settling fear & irk In their minds Forever. © Ila Varma 19-07-2016 Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #257