For there wait the winds of my past to
Engulf me yet again to relive
Stories that left me bruised
Deep within where
Even the rays of healing fade
For there lies the fragrance of
The oil of the lamp that burned
When in harmony, my dreams burned along
Moment after moment for
A myriad sleepless nights
For there stay conversations that
Have floated over the pyres of
Abandoned promises of monumental loves that
Once added life to life
Only to have created a mirage of nothingness
For there haunt the
Dark and deserted shadows of
Who I used to be who
I wish I could go back to being who
I must though never become
...don’t call me home
— Divya Rathi
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