by Rik Bhattacharja | May 25, 2025 | Poems
Far away from home There’s a grave I’m looking for To chill my warm bones With your cold embrace. Fireflies would light candles To my final memories Of your laughter That’s etched Deep within my bones Rusty scythe of death Would rattle bitter-sweet music Of your...
by Rik Bhattacharja | May 23, 2025 | Poems
When I’ll cease to be, And the worms will throw a feast On these lips that you loved so, Know that they will say Could 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...
