I surrendered to the hamlet
as a beautiful seizure
when you hijacked me
to the island of your heart.
In the go, my resistance
waned as pretence
when the alienation
was a sweet adventure.
A bite I felt on my soul.
The untasted sweet pain
released an intense cry.
The delirious signature
embalmed the wound.
I remained same.
A bleeding red rose
holding freshness
on its sparkling dew
splashing scent as feelings.
The vase now my new abode
and hamlet my grave!
© Maaya Dev