Lord Indra’s arrowsfall onto the thirsty land,His benevolence mingling with sun’s splendour; His bow shining across sky.
The Smell of old book, Mingling with the petrichor, A Reader’s heaven
The Cloud bleeds Into infinite darkness. . Darkness without a blot. The blood trickles down the unseen ether. . It falls on the thirsty land, Seeping into the depth. . Into the fiery chasm. Into the dying light. . Yet there stands no witness, To the bleeding sky. . In that eternal darknes. . TheContinue reading “The End”