Flame of Rekha
Monday, May 26, 2008It was you who left me.
It was you, Oh moon of my delight, who hid behind a cloud.
And I in darkness, blinded, lost, for love.
When you were sick I could not see you, in case of scandal, you know I could not, that I stayed away for your sake, but afterwards you punished, you used it as your excuse to leave, your cloud to hide behind. That, and also her, the icewoman.
Bastard.
Now that I am dead I have forgotten how to forgive.
I curse you my Gibreel, may your life be hell.
Hell because that is where you sent me, damn you, where you came from, devil, where you are going sucker.
Enjoy the bloody dip.
- Rekha Merchant to Gibreel Farishta
Satanic Verses
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