Red. Blue. Green. Cyan. Magenta. Yellow. Blink. Blink.
The night. Lives on. As she does. Sparkling above. Vulgar below.
Colors of torment. Of unrest. Fill her firmament.
They merge. Into the night. One more night. Sleepless. Restless. Endless. Seamless.
She ends. While I do not. She stops. I do not. I am enveloped. In my own darkness. In the smell. Of my sweat. Inflicted by her. Just like. The wounds. I have. Inflicted. On her.
She reminds me. That life. Does not end. That life. Is passed on. That pain. Is life. Like pleasure. Is an illusion. Created. By life.
She tells me. That I seek an illusion. While I ignore the truth. I am blinded. By small particles. Of light. While I ignore. The darkness. Without which. They would never. Shine.
We are inseparable. Light and dark. Night and day. Love and hate. Pleasure and sorrow. Life and death.
Come. Into my arms. I want to hold you. Never. To leave you. Together. We will. Dance in the rain. Get drenched. In the heat. Together. We will toil. For a tomorrow. That we will never see.
Hansal mehta 