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Disorientation
You have raided my night again, as the burst of a sudden storm, sneaking into my loneliness, at the most unexpected hour, plunging me into swirls of pain too deep for expression, leaving me in utter disorientation. I now drift aimless with muddled thoughts, through the dingy avenues of the past, never once able to sever the chord, that binds me so tight to those memoirs, exposing me to torrid heat with my soul, burning down…. like a piece of smouldering coal. Sleepless are my nights. Dreamless are my days. Like the sundown shadows growing bigger, with every stride I take, the farther I move, the closer you follow. Can I convince you ever again, I never meant any harm to you. How wearily have I watched the flies, lured by the dazzling light, char into diminutive specks of black, by the scorching tongues of flame. Still, why did I let you burn, in the flame of my accursed passion? You were like a flower admired from afar, afraid of even the gentle breeze coming near, lest it might jolt the delicate frame, and shake the petals down, sooner than due. Yet vulnerable turned the moment, when all of a sudden, it started to rain. Like a child, eager to play in the puddles, you ran out into the pouring rain. All soaked through and through, You came in…. awhile my gaze, rested on the filmy fabric, seductively clinging to your curves. Then, that wild surge…. beat me down. And Alas! Under a magnetic pull, surrendered your fragile self with ease. At that moment of self-abandonment looted off all that you held chaste. Never surmised, you were crying, when I felt your cheeks, so wet. Now I know, it was agony, not ecstasy that I, then, beheld on your sentient face! You refused to respond to my calls. Unanswered went all my anxious queries. Like a hibernating toad, to some dark underground cave, you slid. Abruptly, alerted on call, by an alien sound, far from familiar I hastened to the casualty ward, and saw you lying limp, with drops of blood, still dripping down from your slashed wrist, staring at me with an open mouth! As I watched you lying still with your eyes refusing to flutter, I knew my world tottering below, and my heart, set ablaze, into a funeral pyre.
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