Masquerading to be poles apart,
Though blushing turned into blemishes,
Endless emotions flowed along…
Too far to fall apart
Locked in unsaid reverberations
Gushing memories down the lane
Blotches ignited could burn even the ashes
Strangulated veins suffocating the throat
All she wanted was to spit it out
Yet she gulped
To camouflage was an art.


Anjali B Raj

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