The epilogue of uncertainty

I see her, 

standing alone with earphones in her ears

I can tell that she has nothing on her mind except for the voice that's going into her head

that fucking felicitous voice

I get close to her 

She sees me 

I bend down,

Fuck

Is she watching me?

are my laces untied? Am I looking alright? Does it even matter? 

I am just another madman

But I think she is an angel

She is such an angel

I touch her 

Her skin, sate and shattering

Her smile makes me want to die inside 

Her fingers, a loathe of joy

Her eyes, mocking dreams, glaciers, oceans and skies

Put your hand on my chest now

Can you feel the quivering disguise of death?

rattling in my ears, 

Fret of the unknown 

The epilogue of uncertainty is going down in my ankles

I think someone was here last night

The bed seems to have suffered

But when you have nothing 

but burnt ashes, 

writhing love 

and a pristine scent

Is there anything left to hide?

image courtesy: Suhail, from Kashmir, India