Poems from Ananya Kapoor
A spark
then a flame.
A fire
and finally a conflagration.
My being is consumed in this blaze.
My hear burns, my lungs burn.
My breathing...
And you did it again.
Ladies, gentlemen,
she did it again.
Turning every moment of joy into a living nightmare.
The color and brighness...
You whispered.
In the quietest of voices you whispered.
In the sweetest of voices you whispered.
In the kindest of voices you whispered...