Open Wound!

“You don’t talk to me!” She said.

“I don’t talk at nights.” I replied.

“Why? You sleep!”

“I am vulnerable at nights, like an open exposed fresh wound. I do not want anyone to caress it.”

“Why so?”

“Because I might like it.”

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I believe in Miracles!

Oh yes! I believe in miracles,

I’ve seen infinite of them.

I have seen a little bridge hold strong

under the weight of

infinite people with infinite locks in their infinite hands,

and infinite faith in their infinite hearts,

infinite names on the infinite locks,

infinite keys and their infinite dissolution in the infinite water.

An infinite wish for their infinite love,

To hold strong till infinite ends.

You are my art.

-Prashant Mishra