Fibonacci Sonnet : Rum and I

There is nothing personal in this post except for the rum part..!! (somehow I find myself like Jack sparrow drawn towards it :D )
This just came along the flow while writing. I was trying to write about Rum and myself.. and ended up with this.. Hope you like it..!!

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Sometimes its just difficult to hate someone..!! no matter how many reasons you have.. no matter how hard you try..!!

*Kehte hain..waqt har zakhm ko bhar deta hain..par waqt hi mera zakhm hain.. Pata nahi waqt ne mujhe kya se kya bana diya hain..warna main bhi insaan tha*

Winter.

Chill.

It’s cold.

So are you.

The cold winter still prevails.

But your cold love pricks me ever more.

I hold on to my bottle of rum to keep my soul warm.

Some warmth to keep me alive amongst your naked thoughts more fake than a whores promise of some love for tonight.

Bitter rum more sweet than your love, warmer than your presence, comforting than your words assures a good night sleep too.

I open my heart, my soul towards the blowing cold wind and sing.

Sing with the wind with love for you.

My rum sings with me.

Cold winter night.

We sing.

Rum.

I.




Now Playing : Yeh hain meri kahani by Strings OST ZINDA 


Cheers...!!!!!!