In a spotless moment, I feel ecstacy.
Unknown to all,
Can I ever be memoryless?
A lane of red fallen roses,
Thrown from windows of dejected lovers.
I question my spotless existence.
If there is any meaning to attach.
Memories of my mind,
Like fallen angels.
In a moment of realization,
My feelings perplexed.
More than ordinary
Little less then sophistication
Amidst spotless existence.
Strange.
This spotless existence is.
Neha Bharali 🌻
(Remember me in one of the many nights of agony)
That is so much like Thomas Eliot n I'm not even kidding u! <3