That which survived

love liberates, you whispered
placing your head
on my shoulders
smoldering passions
fused our souls
i could see your dreams
in mine
or so i thought
it was commitment
not bondage that made
our home
a pretty monument to love
then it happened
embers of hate
fires of desire
swept through
eyes
tongues
burned our nest
futile dreams
survived the carnage.

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By Randeep Wadehra

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