A breath...A sigh...A restlessness..
Who am I?
Scratched feelings-unknown paths...
Who am I?
This is no poem, only feelings... feelings rushing out...
I look back and am shocked... God too tests us...
Or is he still testing?.
I hold the glass brimming with love..
Is it love...or a trap ?
Laced with poison....
I taste it slowly turning blue...
Weakening nerves in frenzied revelry...
'The poison' gripping senses...
I get up and walk but fall...
Bruising soul ....
Oh hold me my friend-
I want to sleep....
sleep forever
Beckoning morning...
Beckoning life...
rashmi.
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