As I point the barrel to my temple
Bullet in chamber, cocked and ready
Fingers building the pressure on the trigger
I release my hand
Why waste a bullet
When there’s already a dagger through my heart
As I hold the chalice to my mouth
The poison poised
Toxic drops trickling towards tongue
I tilt my hand away
Thinking, there’s no life left in me any more
Since you have already killed my love
Evil….
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Uh, well…
Thanks, Marissa!
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Oh My! This is so good, Kunal. Thought provoking. Almost scare me.
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Thanks, Yassy, but don’t you worry, next time up it’s a lighthearted one, I promise!
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It better be. I will look out for that. Mumbai is baking hot. How are you faring ?
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Yup, it’s stuffy, muggy, unbearable…and worst of all, another month to go before the rains 😦
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Woah !! This almost killed me !! Excellent work Kunal ! 😀
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Thanks! 🙂
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You’re welcome ! 😊
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A hard hitting composition Kunal!
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Thank you, Radhika
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Simply awesome.Where do you get such great ideas from?
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Thanks, dad!
I think you missed my Monday’s post – you might like that, too
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Ah! Beautiful this is!
Why waste any more of what is left, Delhi n Mumbai should catch up over a roll 😉👍
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Sure, next time either of us is over at the others’. But I’ll settle for a beer/coffee.
Thanks!
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Done!
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Look forward…
My email’s kunal@synchronicitycom.com
You can drop me a line with your cell & I’ll respond
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👍
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Sad, breaking poem. Nicely penned. But if you are still thinking, please think a thousand times. Just. Don’t.
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hey, all good, it’s pure fiction! I wouldn’t!!
Thanks for the read and your concern 🙂
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That’s nice to know. 👊💪😊
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Aye! Now this is Extensive Innerturmoil. 🌹😎🌹
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Hahahahah, it’s in the head for sure, but all made up 😉
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👏👏👏bravo➰
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Thanks!
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Lovely! reminds me of some of the great Shakespearian tragedies. Uh! Such is love!
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Thank you 😊
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I’m a sucker for the drama of it – Antony and Cleopatra were my favourite!
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Stunning, Kunal. I can definitely relate to this one. Love the edginess and honesty here.
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Ah, you know what, I don’t have the balls to even contemplate something like suicide! It comes easier in poetry 😉
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Haha, not the suicide bit. I’m not built that way either. I meant the pain of a dagger thru the heart or the murder of love…
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Oh, OK! Cheers!
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This one is a little too real. Great piece.
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Thanks!
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Kunal sirji! Please don’t don’t don’t Don’t …
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Save me, Mark, such is my fate. Although if you look carefully, this was some years ago and if I wanted to, I would’ve
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