Friday, February 13, 2015


She stalked me

Like a wave does to the rock

Then receded in a smirk

Like a tide that devoured its desire

But a flame she left behind

Not of hope but of dishope

And the flame grew

Not in mass, but in fire

Until it charred me

And until I singed the moon

Whole night.

Only if I could burn the stars …

-Ritesh Agarwal
13th Feb, 2015

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1 comment:

  1. The rage, the anguish can be sometimes rises to dangerous levels , killing the very soul and body.


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