untitled

lust, when cajoled & converted,
from the thing it was, becomes
a lascivious ghost, whispering
into your cherry-blossom-ear.

how easy it can be
to drown
in each and every
syllable of that voice,

how difficult it can be
to come out
of a well, where you’ve
bled & emptied yourself.

.
Β© Anmol Arora

Day 27
(Inter)National Poetry Month

 

5 thoughts on “untitled

  1. sanaarizvi says:

    This incredibly deep and intense, Anmol! πŸ“πŸ”₯ Perhaps it’s nothing more than tainted love .. feeling like it should last forever but for some complicated reason cannot .. πŸ’œ

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