I Must Tell You

Satish Verma

Can you get the seizing 
without an encounter, 
like rapture of the deep? 

It was me who was lost 
in one sultry night, 
when jasmine bloomed. 

In night blindness, the 
trembling soul, landed 
on the blue lakes. 

You would not look 
at me, without alphabets― 
in siege. 

In contrast we meet― 
to hurt each other. 
Falling in love after smouldering. 

The soot will chase us till the end.

lizardking's picture

We meet to hurt each other

Well written. I especially like the last line