Darkling sky is grimacing over my pathetic shades,

splashing waves, tapping on my thumbnails

it's numb, frozen waxes are jotted.

she, the one— gleaming with joy

Now figurative weeping is overrated.

I see a melancholy in her eyes,

a longing yearning for so long,

clenching fists, dark circling orbs

scaring too much, I refrain myself

and be reticent.

my brother came out and ask me to

rephrase the form of recitation —

I give him a blank stare, gives a bowl

of metaphorical horizon.

happy, and chilled with new appliances

perhaps my buried feeling can be revived

once again.

my words, his inking glimpse —

blazing in the fire pit of musings.

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part four (the last part of 'concealed affair') is coming on the way!