05 March, 2015


slithered down his panting chest
Blood thumping his veins
While he, looked towards the scorching sun
for raindrops
to drown his soul

transpiring from the depths of his frame
sweet drops of rain
or something saltier?
Perspiration, his sweat or his blood?
engulfing his present

making his adolescence live up
Or killing his childhood?
He looks up, towards the heavens
Trying to look for a face
Hoping He would be satisfied by now

Vishal Gupta
June 10th, 2014