Stupid pathetic fallacy,
Was singing
Along with me,
Not knowing
That I forgot
How to write.
Stupid pathetic fallacy
Danced & sang along
Not knowing
I have been drowning,
The last trace of tears,
Wiping itself out,
And that the last string of broken guitar,
Sobbed.
Silently.
I dropped the pen,
Just to see
How violent storm,
Outside,
Sometimes looks softer
Than us.
Humans,
Because nobody asked them
Why they cried
And smudged the kohl,
And tore the papers.
Just because
Crying was catharsis
And Aristotle never wrote about it.
The quietest corners
Of storms and hearts,
The messy table
And the evening slipping away
In between the lines,
The letters I forgot
To give you,
And the paper boats
I made
Before holding the pen
In between my lips,
To make an envelope
For the letter I wrote to you
Last night,
And the last puff you took
From the last cigarette of the box,
Before crossing the street
And the shadow
Under the lamp-posts
Dancing & shaking their heads
With the rhythm of your heart,
Suddenly,
It feels all good.
A bit more alive.
It smells of you,
And love.
Whenever I lost my words,
And let silence
Silhouette my cloudy specs,
I wrote a letter to you,
Like I did,
Three nights back.
Love,
It's time to come home.
Read a poem to me,
Tonight.
I'll sleep.
Promise.
by Nisarga Sinha ( https://www.instagram.com/nisarga_sinha/?hl=en )
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