My Lost Flame
I was the candle, she was the flame
The more I touched her… the more I burnt
But it was the most beautiful pain I ever experienced
So I got addicted to that sense of burning
I got addicted to that sense of touch
Then suddenly one day
there was no part of me left for her to burn
She left me concision
In complete darkness
After taking away everything I had
And I melt away without meaning to my existence…
Sajal Suneja is currently
undergoing his masters in literature from delhi university (INDIA). He does not
have any of his work published.
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