He -My Splitting Desire

The mountains and the rivers were both besides us that day
We held our hands and thus the winters arrived
His lips were then shaped like a snow canopy
Upon which my holy lips trekked
That day
He became the first chapter I read in years
What better devastation was he!
Every ladder he took
fronting the green looks in my eyes
I could see
Each of my favourites becoming his
He became the December for me
Who’s snowfall I had been awaiting
I hear these noises very less
Of abandonment
He now melts on my window panes
And upon these vapours in the dark nights
I write our names
Because he metamorphosis into so much

-Mehak Ayaz


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The mountains and the rivers were both besides us that day We held our hands and thus the winters arrived His lips were then shaped like a snow canopy Upon which my holy lips trekked That day He became the first chapter I read in years What better devastation was he! Every ladder he took […]

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