Because you are addicted to Gold Flake and I am addicted to you.
Like that cigarette slowly burning between your fingers, I burn too. Because you are addicted to Gold Flake and I am addicted to you. The only difference - you can buy your addiction - but I can't win over you in a million years. The only similarity - you crush both cigarette butts and my hopes multiple times a day under your feet. You are one cruel b*****d. Oh man, why I still love you so very much? I think about that a lot sober. There has to be a reason for this unwavering, almost God-like devotion towards you. For the life of me, I can't find an answer to that question. I don't know why I want to walk barefoot on a black beach with you. Watch the sunset - and - watch your features turn into a beautiful silhouette. As the evening would sink into darkness and we will lay on the beach to watch the stars and crescent moon - I want to smell the salty ocean on your skin. Then when you will try to light that f*****g Goldflake and put it between your lips, I will th
Poignant...
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many go through this terrible phase.
DeleteSay no to domestic violence should be our motto. First time, every time.
ReplyDeleteA powerful message beautiful put :)
True that! We should encourage everyone to come forward and save themselves from it.
Deletepainful.. and a reality for many.
ReplyDeleteSo well constructed. :)
Thanks Seena
Deletevery true
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DeleteI love your hashtag stories. Each one has a takeaway.
ReplyDeleteI a glad you highlighted this topic.
It is a phenomena so prevalent in our country yet everyone is hush hush about it.
"What you alow, continues!"
True, what we allow, continues. Hope people change for better.
DeleteTrue and nice words Saru ji !! Your short poems are very impressive.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteStraight through the heart. Well said!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ami!
DeleteNice one. Life is to precious to be frittered away in an abusive relation.
ReplyDeleteTrue that!
DeleteSo influential.. love it.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteVery sad.
ReplyDeleteBut it was better to buy a rope to hang him :) I would have done the same :)
Hell of a reply, Ranjana.
DeleteSo real and poignant! :')
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteVery true!
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DeleteShe should have bargained and obtained three scarves. One to keep her warm, another to hide those bruises and the third to strangle him when he sleeps. Of course he deserved it! :/
ReplyDeleteHahaha... that would have been a perfect end.
DeleteBrilliant!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Deletethat is so piquant
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DeleteMuch said in few words
ReplyDeleteThank you, sir.
DeleteSubtle, exquisite and yet so potent. :) Riveting as always.
ReplyDeleteThanks Raj!
DeleteSuch bruises leave indelible mark in the heart which are more hard to cover up.
ReplyDeleteDamn true, Swati.
DeleteRight Swati ..but for that we have we use words, a dab of colour and smiles to cover up :)
ReplyDeleteDon't know for how long .
Agony of Indian women.
DeleteSad that many choose to hide it, rather than retaliate and bring themselves out of such a relationship.
ReplyDeleteShort and slice-of-life kind of a piece. Well penned.
I agree, it's sad and a helpless situation.
DeleteThis is something...both poignant and powerful! Well said, Saru!
ReplyDeleteThanks Tarang.
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