Death was just below,
life hanging on a branch.
A hive of honey rested nearby,
within the quiet reach of my palm.
I knew if I tasted it,
I would fall —
yet still,
I tasted the honey…
for death is certain,
so I sweetened the fall.
— Varun Rawal
“All my words fumble with my heart,
Yet my mind never gets along.
All my life feels ready to fall —
what’s yours and what’s mine,
until all distinctions dissolve.”
— Varun Rawal
“We escape ourselves and call it love, hoping another heart will bring peace —
but the search strips us of who we are.
And somewhere, a quiet doubt asks: was the self we lost ever worth saving at all?”
- Varun Rawal.