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Fling

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The dazed night falls in
and the music comes on
people get stamped on skin
and the lights turn neon

seductively holding the gaze
invariably ready for a fling
before parting ways
trading the final sting

unable to comprehend now
intoxicated with myths
trying to make meaning, but how
is that possible with copious riffs

slowly gulping down, swaying – unaware and carefree
bitter truth will unfold, when the bottle has emptied thee.

 

Photo Credits : Weekend

34 thoughts on “Fling”

  1. “Seductively holding the gaze invariably ready for a fling before parting ways trading the final sting”… you have an unforgettable way with words, Neeraj 😊

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