Some Times


She scarred me ….like a wolf….the pain was unending
There was a deep sense of pleasure in it, a guilty pleasure….

the night was unrelenting
the only flame was her anger
the only shadow was my love
the only wind was her breath
the only leaf fluttered was my heart….
Some ‘times’ becomes some of those times when even the word “I” becomes you
Every reason becomes unreasonable
Every excuse becomes inexcusable
Every breath becomes your name….
Somewhere along the way I have shed my cocoon
Now I am ready for you , scar me again…..

picture curtsy-Giovanni Morgia


Arjun here.From Kottakkal, Kerala,India. I am interested in anything that is interesting and writing comes among the top of that list. I read,I write,I live.

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