Kids in schools,
we scratched them on paper,
to decide our love,
and enmity capers;
Grew a little older,
a lot more malicious,
lighters and spray bottles,
not really that vicious;
Older now
and they rage inside,
deep shades of blue and orange,
just under the hide;
Engulfing our hearts,
our minds and desires,
we’re perpetually drowning,
in our incandescent fires;
From pages in a book,
to exotic sexcapades,
through flames we are born,
and into them we shall fade;
An iridescent life of scalding white flashes
we shall wither one day into monochrome ashes.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
This is beautiful.
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