She lies in a pool of blood
Her face a pale shade of grey
And her lips turning blue
In the dirty battle of life she has lost
But even as death hovers above
Threatening to kiss those blue lips
She smiles, for she has won in love...
P.S. I'm sorry for not visiting any blogs recently. A heartfelt thanks to everyone who kept coming back despite it all. I love you guys. I shall visit you soon. Promise.
P.P.S. I shall try and post not-so-depressing stuff in future. For now, please bear with me.
Well written but very depressing. I am looking forward to all sunny and happy posts soon :).
ReplyDeleteThank you Harini :) I'm back!
DeleteTragedy has its own beauty, a heavy kind!
ReplyDeleteOh yes!
DeleteI kinda did not get this one. She kills herself or the one she loves? Or did he kill her?
ReplyDeleteCan be interpreted either way no?
DeleteSame question as Soumya. And this didn't feel like an Aathira post for some reason. Don't know why.
ReplyDeleteThanks Leo. This had to be written, for some reason.
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