Author: Joonak Konwar


My wind chime of peace! The wind would kiss you tender and resonate the harmony so soothing, so compassionate. Take me to my long lost calm; Revive me to the core, bring back my popping colors; Tuning to your euphony I would sing to the reminiscence of my past glory. My wind chime of hope! In tranquility, you would let me dream, Let me soak in the fascination of the future unrevealed; The beauty in your melody would make me believe more in me and I would stride to taste the sweetness of the dew of fantasy. My wind...

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I Make Love to Me

I make love to me……    I caress my dried scars with the slightest touch,  Slowly and softly!  I kiss my remnant feelings and let them arouse.   I try grasping hard……… Really hard!  I try grasping the black patches in my soul and bring them out, And hear them lament their story of sterile rove.  I blow them with my brightest light to let them glow even within their dark.    Yes! I end up wet……I wet my pair of eyes!   As the memories from rust and the fears inches inside my mind,  I cringe, I scream in...

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