Split-self

A girl who had
A Cotton Candy heart
That stored in
All memories
In its Pinkish layers....
Enchanted by
Granny's
Narration of
Ashwatthama ,
Gandharva,and
Demons.....
Wakes up
One fine morning
To get discarded
From the Ocean of Love
To the Desert of Desertion.
The pangs of loneliness ,
The inner revolt of words untold
The anguish of the abandoned,
Made her love Satan
As much as God..
This is her - Self
Her SPLIT - SELF

"When Kunjan creates a world within a world with words, it will take the reader to a beautiful island of imagination."
T.D. Ramakrishnan