Tonight I'll slip down
The covers of affliction
And pull down the curtains
Which is basked
with your fragrance.
Let me taste betrayal
from molten mouths
Re-living lie.
Walking down the streets
With suit and tie.

But the taste of your perfidy
is slowly dripping from
the corner of my lips,
And how do I know
If it aches?
Can I for the last time
taste the first kiss?

- Barkha