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Into the Darkling Night

Will you look back
One last time
Before you step out
Into the night and walk away
With everything that was ever right.

Will you hold your breath
For a few seconds more
Before you give out that God forsaken sigh.

For just a moment more
Will you look into my eyes.
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  1. Launna March 7, 2014 at 6:58 AM

    Rajesh, this spoke to me... what a beautiful piece of poetry :)

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  2. RajeshMarch 7, 2014 at 9:02 AM

    Thank you L. I have been following your writings closely. Har Raath ki ek subah hothi hai ( every night has a day). God be with you.

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  3. Jennifer WagnerMarch 7, 2014 at 11:37 PM

    I can feel the sadness and longing in this Rajesh...hopefully things will turn out right for these two :)

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  4. dahi.March 11, 2014 at 5:18 AM

    this was beautiful ..

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  5. Sadia KhanMarch 19, 2014 at 12:38 PM

    Ah, the longing here .... beautiful work and words ...

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  6. DarkDepthMarch 20, 2014 at 10:09 PM

    Good one. was lost into the words as read ....

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