By Arushi Agarwal
The hollow feeling of utter solace in the preaching of dear lord
Do I die in the hands of you, oh lord making a little squad of scars and a garland of rose petaled blood drops dripping through to skim through my scheduled natural death
My heart died in your hands I thought you would take a firm stand to go through the hardships
I do not want to think upon
Otherwise, my heart would drop a beat like chocolate sauce on an ice-cream
Writing myself in the death note because I got no use in this world of pure bliss to take a kiss forward to fall in love with you
Oh dear death, can you take me through the trodden steps of my peace in life
I wish I'd written you like spilling ink all over a torn paper to make a book out of bounds for all tragic experiences I had throughout the claustrophobic journey of utter serenityHow many times should I have screamed that I was in agony
Tell me how many times do I yearn to fall for you?
By Arushi Agarwal
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