Thursday, November 10, 2011


The stakes, I know, are higher than ever
But, in the cold of the night, I shall still shiver
In spite of the frosty passion of your bland body
For your love, in my honour, is but a cruel parody
I need to feel and embrace time and again
Like a restless child wanting to get wet in the rain
Aware, in full measure, of his mother’s scorching rage
But, more so of the burning desire to break out of the cage.

1 comment:

  1. drunk saikia is better than regular saikia.....well written...