I traverse between solid and liquid-
A semi-form leaking from the edges. 
A mosaic of mind, tethering and bulging 
To transgress.
Spots on the road or bends in the trend 
Would suffice to transcend 
Me to the azure of "love".
"Love" did not have me at 'hello'
Nor does it cure the cries!
"Love" is the colour of the bright yellow surrounded by stars on the skies,
Blinding at night and binding at the morrow!
I come cauterised and not quenched 
From the heaviness of my being. 
I rescind, take reprimand, and reapportion
The self to appropriate my grieving!

Afnan Bintey Helal is currently pursuing her Master's degree in English Literature and she believes "love" is only beautiful in fiction.