No more late night calls,
No more good morning messages,
No more hearing that voice,
No more sudden kisses,
No more sharing pictures,
No more holding hands,
No more untold promises,
No more singing together.
A sudden winter will come.
That will freeze your heart
And your soul would be numb.
And one day will come; when
Warm spring will pour kiss
Again on those lips.
Day: September 23, 2019
Artist and The Canvas
He said to her,
“Women’s body is a canvas.”
She replied to him,
“Then pick up the brush.”
Her lips,
Her chest,
Her hips,
Her waist,
The brush didn’t leave any place.
She reincarnated.
And she bloomed;
Again with grace.
Moonstruck 