A solemn walk
across the night sky,
Cluster of stars
are wrapped around
the naked body.
Her hair are waving
flowing with
the darkness which
escapes her veins.
She struts around,
her body in rhythm
with the songs
of Nightingales.
Her beating heart
has a certain heaviness
growing nonchalantly,
but in this moment
She breathes ecstasy.
Time has slowed down,
it paused for her
holding her captive
in an inglorious bliss.
When she let go herself
cut the ropes loose
blood rushed in.
Her eyes are empty,
like the abyss, gazing
at sanity receding through
the fringes.
…..
– Abhyuday Gupta
