LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ranjith Sivaraman

You sense the kiss of a withered feather
On this desolate lake

You hear the whisper of a crippled ripple
On this desolate lake

You feel the burn of a bone-chilling dip
In this desolate lake

You see the spark in the piercing eyes 
of this desolate lake


You kiss the scars hiding shamefully
Upon this desolate lake


You sing the melodies in the unspoken verses
Of this desolate lake

You dance to the calypsos jumping out freakily
From this desolate lake

You taste the salty white blood rolls on the cheeks
Of this desolate lake


You hug the alter egos shattered all around
On this desolate lake

You live the moments dissolved deeply inside
In this desolate lake

You dream to be a dawn, who peeps shyly
on this desolate lake


You die for the moments melting into one
With this desolate lake


You get the fragrance of the wafting soul
Above this desolate lake

You never knew the heft of the weeping heart
behind this desolate lake.