Thursday, November 04, 2010


And I scatter stars.
As he walks away from me, I scatter stars.
It rains, and I cry. He walks away from me.
The stars glint, shine, sparkle. My tears do too.
 I love you, I scream.
Stars scatter.
Retreating back. Not a word, not a smile, not a tear.
Raining down on me. I don’t want you to go.
Love.
Scatter they do.
A pause. A turn. Do you? YES.
Ceaseless, unending fire, constant, incessant; pain.
He walks away, slowly, from me.                                 
I love you too, he murmurs. Maybe.
And they scatter, far away from me, like him.

6 comments:

  1. The picture. THE PICTURE!

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  2. Hell, your writing reminded me of Angel. Shit. I'm missing her already.

    Anyway, that was a great post. And as I said about the picture on FB, its plain brilliant. :)

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  3. Amazing. This is soulful, painful.

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  4. Namrata :D
    Arjit- Thanks, you!
    Jidhu thanks :)
    Vishal - thank you!

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  5. thats a really nice picture!

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