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