What gravity
I owed to myself
I remained frozen
Like an icicles
Hanging
from the chambers of my heart
Saintly
in my inner thoughts;
The reality, outside
was
Lapping with bigger hands
Cliffed out
Near an oceanic waves
Slapping
The stony rugged, within
A cryptic and challenging piece of writing.
So much thanks Vijay Nair Jee.
Wonderful imagery of wanting to stay pure in a modern yet sinful world
Very aptly said respected Anoucheka Jee. So much thanks.