Subtle Kaleidoscope

S i l l a g e /siːˈjɑːʒ/ Noun                            1.the degree to which a perfume's fragrance lingers in the air when worn.                  2.The faint goodness you feel in memories left when people in those memories are distant.   Before I began, let’s bring it on: I use a lot of metaphors and I use a lot of ‘;’ in my writings. Well, just accept the fact that no one likes a good thing to end; writing to me is an integral part of my mind and heart and to end the sentences I have so very well tried to write down with a full stop (.) scares me. ‘;’ gives me, you, all of us an end and a start just like anything, just like life. It does not end or start; it just pauses and resumes . For metaphors, it’s just my inability to tell the truth the way people want to see it. I am a good human being and I don’t lie or say truth. I am caught between good and bad...

Lacuna noun a gap or missing part, especially in a book or any other piece of writing Broken glass body, Of pens that once wrote the melancholies and melody Tattered, shattered clothes across my lobby Which once timidly sat behind my closet Like a stupid prodigy. From twisted figures, Came those sharpest weapons From torn and shattered papers , Came a wrinkle , what happens If you saw the scars in my memory lane If you heard the reckless tides, I gained If you felt my freezing chill on a summer day If you tasted the red blood out of pouring grey rains What happens, If you could smell my burning pain ?   Scratches on my body, Of anger that found its way back on my skin. Circles of darkness round my eyes, You don’t know what secrets they hide, because you love the way they blink . From broken promises, Came my strongest trust issues. From black roses and red blemishes , Came those wet tissues. And a bruise, what happens If you saw the truth, I never told you If you heard the rumors t...