Slash, Burn
My body is a canvas
decorated in blots of red
A single drop of white
settles on my cheek
I smile despite the pain

Pain?
Pain for me
is like subtle shades of yellow,
Long ago numb in the background
But now, panting on the surface
Yellow.

Black!
Black is the blade, the brush
that twirls on this canvas
in frenzy movements,
cackling at the pouring color
A single stroke
Of depressing shades,
Hate blossoms in
blue, purple and grey
and every shade of pink
of white
and green
are barely, barely seen

Slash, Burn
In the brink of death
the canvas is still
a myriad of darkness
Yet pink surfaces with
the last strike of the brush
For somewhere deep inside
love is still buried in me
that I failed to recognise

-Nidhi
(SashiAisha)