Art of Cimeries

Nothing matters. Nothing new.
Nothing else other than you.
Carried one in my palms.
You settled and calmed.

We waited for your giggle but something was wrong.
Should have knew then, it won’t be long.
Blood you soaked in – Blood of my love.
Now two caskets & two mounds to shove.

All alone with nothing else.

Nothing will ever matter…



Poem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam