And suddenly, the ferocious feline, snares me;
with her bovine like-
lips locked in blood red,
and glow that can only blind.
Awaiting, a moment, longing for them to bind.
A promised decade after lease.
And suddenly, Alas;
yet again, the silk of her hair,
embraced him like a guillotine.
The shivering limbs,
the dimming vision,
the breathless hope,
the paralysed sense…
All of him…
Much of her…
Stays deafeningly echoing,
in the abysmal graves of their souls.
Amol Redij is Indian poet based out of Pune. He has previously published two books of poetry. Amol has his poems published in international magazines. Amol also works for short films as a dialog writer, assistant director, and executive producer. He had been working in the IT industry for the past 16 years and now pursues writing full time.