I was blind in my fit of rage,
I saw nothing beyond
The one in the mirror.
Since blind beyond, I was scared;
I swung my sword -its double edge.
My defense deluded, little did I realize;
I ripped apart the one I love.
The wound is deep, and it might heal;
But it will leave two scars, that will stay
-Just, on the other, one can see.
I lost strength -my strength to forgive;
More than the other, to forgive me.
hmm... very Dhruv. but the style of writing's unlike Dhruv.
ReplyDeletePrisoners are those who cage themselves within boundaries of style... even if it is their own!
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as a matter of fact,unconditional n true love can never be ripped apart...it stays as it is...even if the whole world turns upside down.
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