Friday, July 15, 2011


like a moth to a flame
in the darkness
of a power cut

hovering around
the candle ring
carefully dodging,

but at times
almost dipping
into the yellow, clumsily

i keep coming back
even if i don't want to
i wish i could leave

i wish i could leave
but i'm here

because i forgive
so easily
every time

wait! the power's back
the flicker dies
in a whoosh

i'm free.

*this won third plaze in the Illuminati 2011 contest


Tangled up in blue... said...

I rather love the twist-in-the-tale this time. Very clever simile, I must say. :)

pankaj said...

I love the allusion. Being so obsessed with someone that it singes you, and then suddenly, freedom.