By Divya Chaturvedi
You are a just a name
On an ache in my soul
That could swallow
Eat me whole
But likes to worry
At my peace
Take little bites
Out of my joy
Dries my laugh
Smile by smile
Till I am a barren
Cold mess, ripe
With the fruit
Of waste and hate
That loathes too much
To touch its self
There are seething
Miles of empty
That I want to fill
With the false love
I feel for you
So that when we embrace
In pretend warmth
My loneliness drips
Its thaw into foolish hope
Again,
Again,
Again…