Macrame | Aaliyah Bindra

I picked up a thread and sewed a web of lies
intricately entangled
Yet I saw, on the surface of yellow light
They seemed as though, golden spangles
Strewn over a lemony surface.
As I observed in companionship
with the sullen asphalt,
They seemed almost as streaks of moonlight.
But as the prismed lens of my perceptive eye shattered
There remained in all white light
An untangled web of nothingness.
Author : Aaliyah Bindra 

Aaliyah Bindra writes on Indian Review.

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