ROMANCING WITH MY LOST BATTLES
I crave for the silences we shared,
Amongst futile words dissolved in our coffee mugs.
Silent promises you carved out, after some playful bouts
And the raw pleasure of losing yet another of my forts to you.
But now when I gaze at the two pigeons outside my window,
The agonizing silence prevails but the tranquility Is long lost.
They acknowledge each other’s presence,
But the only sound I hear is of the wings.. out of sync.
The excitement of your unexpected- much awaited call after 9,
And your parting words, let there be smoke and haze ..some mystery is fine...
I hear the chandeliers of my ambitions burning down to ashes,
And your eyes so stagnant..no mercy..no sign of a dark cloud.
Been rebuked upon stumbling onto the same letters, a white handkerchief, and some biscuit wrappers,
I don’t seek escapism, wish to appreciate your effort ..and may be find myself in that mirror.
Being stuck is what you abhor, but letting go..is just not me.
Intentionally....many a times…you do like these words…
I guess you were exhausted
From the constant bewilderment, of accepting what I meant by my restraint.
Sitting at a rusted bench of teenage love, I see some withered plants,
I wish I could paint a leaf, and allow you a glance.
Trembling...you hold my fingers as I behold you,
No, I am weak now….was always I suppose.
And ,yeah, you put on your shades and walk away.
Art by @muhammedsalah_
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