Sometimes amid coffee sips; We sat, saying nothing; Sometimes there wasn’t enough time; Sometimes there were little little big things; Sometimes there were sweet nothings; Calendar says it’s been 8 years; I feel 8 months
As I work harder to untangle it All the more jumbled it gets As I try to clear the clutter Circumstances, it seems, work harder It's not my cup of tea, they say I feel it's just not my day I hope it would come some day
Something died inside me last night When I saw human forms spread on the road Awaiting someone to rescue them I hoped someone will save them Hoping and praying, I passed by I didn't stop, just let them be But something breathed its last Apparently it was the poet inside me Who till sometime back was trying to take birth