by Rik Bhattacharja | May 25, 2025 | Poems
Far away from homeThere’s a graveI’m looking forTo chill my warm bonesWith your cold embrace.Fireflies would light candlesTo my final memoriesOf your laughterThat’s etchedDeep within my bonesRusty scythe of deathWould rattle bitter-sweet musicOf your engraved memoryOn...
by Rik Bhattacharja | May 23, 2025 | Poems
When I’ll cease to be,And the worms will throw a feastOn these lips that you loved so,Know that they will sayCould they say anything at all:“In his last moment,He sighed your name.” Image credit: Feature image generated with DALL·E using a prompt based on this poem...
