The Sprinkle of Love

By: Akanksha Agarwal

The thunderstorm conspiring and wining my shimmer, the breeze wrapping me in the blanket
of his love.
The black shady
clouds, concealing
the lust that arose
from within a deep ocean.
Lamenting not to regret his absence. The darkness wanting me to close my eyes while hallucinating.
His thoughts, pondering,
making me frail.
His scent, wreathing like clouds on
my soul.
It was this deep urge that made me worship him!