Just when you said you have to leave, i looked at half empty cold coffee mug of yours and the dense gloomy emptiness waiting to occupy your space on the chair, the crumpled tissues on the table, it wasn't going to rain for sometime now, a journey had nowhere to go, go back to, from the swing doors of a transit lounge, so many strange faces with familiar twitch
So many women right now around the world looking into their pocket mirror, doing their lipstick, and getting up to leave
Getting late for estranged
Destinies.
(c) nidheeshtyagi
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment