a whisper another magic

There was enough moonlight

You started whispering something in my ear

The warmth of your being so near

lit my sense of language and burnt it alive

At the end of your magical whisper you asked

‘Isn’t it?’

Without knowing whether to say yes or no,

I sat silently looking at your ear-ring,

like a cat looking through a raining window.

.,

a lonely path

A path not walked

reminds me of the life not lived.

You should have not left me alone

in this long non-ending way,

without making it sure

whether you will come back or not.

.,

under the crescent moon and shining stars...

We tried disowning the moments that kept us together.

Thus we left them in the possession of our

First kiss…

it is...

it is chaos

but organised

and beautiful too

just that we had to sit under that

broad sky

with our own darkness and brightness

.-.-.

Even if you fall down,

have the space to roll on...