Thursday, August 4, 2016

From Passion of Love to Pyre

  
The curvaceous black –hued night
Has taken a pause!
As if, frozen in the timeframe.

Unaware she is,
Of him, whose skin is on fire.

 At the horizon
He aches for her.

Gradually,
 Receding to a handful of ash.

Such is the tale 
of the black-hued night
And the sun,
whose skin is on fire.



© 2016 Ajay Pai (Reserved)
 Image courtesy: Pixabay



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