What conversations did we have..
In the sleepless stupor, ambling up and down
The nightly roads. The abandoned lamp posts
Salivate some of their glow over our distanced silhouettes.
Nothing binds us.
Not even the fingers (of course mine) that
Skitter around his like an inebriated girl. Our
Bangles crinkle, that girl’s and mines...
As we feign swoons over his chewed words and their
Temperate radiance. But still he doesn’t
Behave like a lover with me at all.
He struts taller on the shadowed pathway
And night lamp’s gallop in my eyes
Along with his dizzying shadow..
Then it’s all a blur.
I spend nights with a blur.
About Me
- abhi
- I am a dislocated estrogen molecule..heaves constantly in smoke laden rooms..whiskey bites and busy classrooms. Loves random encounters as long as they leave some echoing voices..i sing often in my locked room and spend lonely time in crowded cafes..and babble a lot too. Carry along an aura of sparkling faces, little dreams. And deviance just delved here.
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