'Ghalib' on his table.
Laughter, her self defence.
His small talks, her silence.
Sitting on the edge, oh the distance!
~
The crowd walked past us.
We stood there nowhere to go.
Look at the moon, she exclaimed.
I stared at her instead.
It was full moon a couple of nights ago.
My gaze shifted from her to the sky above.
What do you mean by abandonment?
I smiled, let out a sigh, and explained.
I need you here, she said.
And I need more time.
It hurts a little less than yesterday, a little more than tomorrow.
A pinch of faith in despair, hope in cynicism -- such is the clockwork.
~
A few leftover tears.
Doors to the heart shut, keys tossed.
It doesn't make any sense, she thought.
It's not supposed to, comforted loss.
Delhi, December '19.
Laughter, her self defence.
His small talks, her silence.
Sitting on the edge, oh the distance!
~
The crowd walked past us.
We stood there nowhere to go.
Look at the moon, she exclaimed.
I stared at her instead.
It was full moon a couple of nights ago.
My gaze shifted from her to the sky above.
What do you mean by abandonment?
I smiled, let out a sigh, and explained.
I need you here, she said.
And I need more time.
It hurts a little less than yesterday, a little more than tomorrow.
A pinch of faith in despair, hope in cynicism -- such is the clockwork.
~
A few leftover tears.
Doors to the heart shut, keys tossed.
It doesn't make any sense, she thought.
It's not supposed to, comforted loss.
Delhi, December '19.
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