Desperate for you
My hand lacks your hand lately, Your fingers locked with mine so tightly. My heart is burning with fire without you, I feel half-dead without the twin flame of us two. My ribs are turning to ashes, And so are my eyelashes. I want my eyes to flood out the tears in one go, But even my eyes feel so fierce, like an inferno. Your deprivation has led to a drastic drought, My eyes won’t flow, also choking my dry throat. As dry as my throat are the nerves of my body and brain, Stop the hell from rising inside me and fall for me like the rain. I am desperate, not for you but for the flame in you, You can call me crazy; that is what I become in deprivation of us two. ~Aastha’s poetic pen Here’s a breakdown of the key devices used: 1. Imagery - The poem paints vivid pictures that appeal to the ...