(Still thinking of a title...)

I can still hear the voices,
Tinkling in my ears,
The thoughts hovering over my head…
To my mind they cause a sear...

Locked I’d kept what inside,
Behind me those ebony shadows glide…
Standing with my arms open wide; beneath the sky twilight…
I still fail to embrace this emotion mystique.

My deeds, I do regret,
I accept they were deliberate…
This cycle of love and hate…
Neither of us can mitigate.


- Nupur Kherdekar