“She came with a warning
‘Temptation
of love kills’
And
yet he chose to taste her
A
mouthful, for only if he knew
He
would be addicted to such death
As
if a beautiful dream broken halfway
For
she would linger on his body
As
those droplets of sweat on a humid day
As
if to realize this penultimate night
Is
going to stay alone, as if forever
For
he would crave every single touch
Of
her lips, only to die and again
And
pity a moment, only to exaggerate another,
Of
what it means to have such a lover
For
only if he knew of her longing
Being
such irresistible delicacy
And
as precious, as last few drops
Of
scotch on a lonely night, and
Holding
on to her would only bring a pain
As
passionate as a memory
Of
that first kiss they had...”
Praveen
Parasar
19/06/2016
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