Just one slap and it ignited her to take offher submissive-cloakout of which an intense fire came out.

Poetry sorts out a chaotic mind.© Spriha Kant

You werethe only treasureof minetill you didn't become deaf and blindfor my feelings.

Words rolling like clouds on blowing of imageries like wind drips on thirsty paperswith wide-open mouths ready to drink them.

The shiver of fear ofstumbling followed the quenched thirst of acquiring the apex.

A swanky attitude is the poet's soul.

The fragrance due to whichI fall for you was a love potion.

Those flowers that you gave me as a sign of our lovehave witheredbut their fragrancesstill lingerin my palms.

A POETESS Most people drown before reachingeven half of that depthwhere herimageriesswim like a mermaid.