Ayush Bahl

Deep into the dark culvert of his mind,
A spark within the depths came to life,
It burned so faintly, ever-so kind,
The dark orange embers mixed with strife,
Unflinchingly, the darkness refused to subside,
And give way to the light,
The spark retreated into the recesses and sought to hide,
Hiding its strength, biding its time, for another night.

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Fast are the winds, dark are the skies,
As I recount her love and many lies,
Vengeance upon her once had I craved,
But now she’s gone too late to be saved.

The smell of death lingers above,
With the smell of treachery, they elope with love.
She lies with her eyes closed upon the pyre,
Oblivious of the raging fire.

The mud is soft, the grass is green,
Upon its bed is a flower I think I see.
A yellow flower lies in its gossamer bed,
Oblivious of the tears I shed.

She was at peace, I astray,
As I killed her that night as she silently lay.
Upon her pyre, the flower I place,
As the fire climbs up her pretty face.

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Ayush Bahl

Ayush Bahl

Student at Ashoka University, interested in finance, politics, law, and data sciences. Loves to read, write and swim.