plants seeds of weeping willows within the confines of his canary-yellow walls
entrapped by the beauty of luminescent fireflies during ungodly hours
mother bends over to slice poisoned apples and shrivelled berries
while nurturing the undead slowly back to life.
writes erratic letters to an Icelandic poet,
who speaks of misery; and unearthly gyrations in untouched fields.
like poetry lost in translation,
the overbearing fragrance of frangipanis at nightfall drove the lover away.
a noxious tussle for the ages, Apollo, and a wilted sunflower.
Wildly passionate about poetry and cinema. Maddened by the idea of beauty.
Steeped in bleak nihilism & idealistic hope at the same time, Debopriyaa believes that art, & only art, has the power to heal, disrupt, & transform.