Vishnulal Sudha
ENVESTNET
Virgin Fantasy
Tonight I'll sit, in the
cockpit of death,
And I'll hover in the sky
Where notions fly high.
My remains are not still,
Yet cold, deep inside
Feels like a mermaid who
Swamp wild in tide.
The ocean is green and
I'am up in the blue,
There I see dark stars
as my eyes bear no light.
Vague are the sounds
as the breeze uncover,
My path is unclear yet
I hear me steer.
My pain is still wet, and
so I ponder my thirst.
Twilight of lust I touched,
rest all dust, but bloomed.
Dagger inside got stained
as my heart bleeded red.
Then I mourned for love
Though strangled by fate.