Life in Pink

The lady picked up the rose her lover had given her a fortnight before. It had lain there for weeks, untouched in her drawer; a thorned, bent abomination, marking his departure. Mindlessly she started plucking the petals one after the other; her blood-red lips, which had once enjoyed his kisses and showered him declarations, was now a broken record playing a song with only two lines- "You loved...

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Said the Passionate (Book) Lover to His Love

Let me unwrap your earthly tunic And let me enfold you in my arms All throughout the night I shall warm your cold body As I stare at your lovely nakedness. Making love to you takes me to ethereal places So let me explore your every corner Lull me to sleep with your words enchanted And leave...

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Barely Breathing

No contentment, no happiness, no fulfillment. I cannot fully master the art of getting by. Every waking hour, if I even get to sleep, that is, signifies the start of yet another dreadful routine. I cannot tell you about it now, not yet. But once I get over this phase, believe me, I'm never getting back here again. No one can make me. ...

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What the Candle Taught Me

Sound of falling raindrops accompany me tonight as I begin writing these thoughts down on the last pages of my Little Prince journal. Electric power had gone out an hour ago and I’m still here on our dining table, settling down as I have just lit another candle so I could continue this solitary activity. And so I write. While staring but for a few moments at the bent candle in front of me. It...

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