Let time
clear the ramps
from our memory lane,
and we disinfect
the pest infected sunset,
by burying deep beneath
the dunes of our desire,
just to sustain us
to feign
nothing happened,
and we sit here
immersed
in a new
star rich sunset.
#nanopoetry

The silence
hangs between us
like a winter fog.
breeding thoughts
of implicit fantasy.
deepens like dusky clouds
in a monsoon sky.
time flips with each sunset.
nudging the hopes
into the distant horizon,
only to dilate the crack
breathing between
you and me.
#nanopoetry