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In The Darkness

Jan 8, 2025
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Updated: Jul 12, 2025

By Pranuthi Kabilan

I’m in the balcony

Looking into ebony 

And all I see

Are shiny silvery 

Pretty little stars

That once were minutes, no maybe even hours

What’s love? The distance from earth to mars?

No, it is what Shakephere once told

It is much greater than diamonds or gold

It is more beautiful as it gets old

It is what you love as days unfold

It gets deeper,

Love is no grim reaper,

He is but a mere preacher,

Came to help him meet her

In a concert maybe a few years later

She would finally know what a soulmate is

She would understand that he was her wish

She would realise how much she loves him 

Only on the morrow that he slips a little whim

A whim only he knew

Would break her into two

Two unpatchable pieces

That could never refill the creases

The marks he left behind

Were impossible for her to refine 

For he was all she dreamt of and more

And unto her heart he poured

This unknown and unfelt feeling

That only she knew she was kneeling n following 

She was scared yet intrigued 

For she had finally been Freed.


By Pranuthi Kabilan





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