Relationships, too bitter, at times too hasty,

Like a pinch of salt,

Sometimes like a shot in a glass, burning your insides,

Snapping into pieces,  even before the rust sets in,

Black like a coal from within,  pearl white from the outside,

Throbbing like a painful nerve, pumping memories dusty,

Like the breathless floods, that snatch even the sensation of pain before you drown,

Like the empty green forests, vast and sparkling in sunlight,

but damp and dark,

like a maze spread across a moon-less night.

Eshani Sathe is a student, a blogger and celebrates her passionate connect with life by writing endlessly, tirelessly.