the pastel-pink wall looks

at the degradation of a colourless face,
somewhat shaken

before the rapture of satisfaction.

it is being brandished in this cold
that isn’t cold anymore,
not even in a half-witted lie
of tomorrow’s promise.

who wrote the fate of this hollow face
that it doesn’t fall off
after the eruption?


© Anmol Arora

A title with multiple connotations — a short 55-worded verse for Just One Word: Hollow at WTR.
Image source (Pink Sky Abstract by Nancy Merkle)


12 thoughts on “screwed

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    “The pastel pink wall looks slyly at the degradation of a colourless face ..” such a phenomenal opening line to this exquisitely woven piece, Anmol! ❤️ You capture the intensity of emotions and lack of them so eloquently here! Intimacy is not purely physical and we require so much more .. but alas it is not always the case.

    “Muddat hui hai yaar ko mehmaan kiye huay
    josh-e-qadah se bazm charagan kiye huay.” __ Ghalib 🙂

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  2. Margaret Elizabeth Bednar says:

    half-witted lie of tomorrow’s promise… And the emptiness of something that shoudl be meaningful… powerful.


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