Wednesday, February 8, 2012


I want to apologize
To that girl,
For turning her inside
Into a deep dark jungle.

I can see her shoulders shrug,
Hear her laughter echo,
Her walk beat against my memory.

I know you deserved better,
I want to tell her.

I want to touch
The sparkle in her eyes,
Feel it in my veins,
In my blood,
And hold onto it.

I’m  so sorry, I want to say,
And cup her face in my hands.

If she doesn’t run away from me,
That girl in the picture,
I want to smile at her
And tell her
That all isn’t lost,
That all can never be lost
So long as one is alive.

© Rasagya Kabra, February 8, 2012

"I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?" ~ Ernest Hemingway

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