Awake at an ungodly hour

Set to confront

Surreal and factual

Ways yet inept

There’s too much on plate

To be taken care of

Yeah!  I am at odds

But not for you

 

Drained in the drizzles

Of first rains of the season

Peacock blue kurta is drenched

For a reason

Not that those wounds are gone

Breezes be the beacon

Yeah! I am sun-dried

But dew-soaked when with you

 

My messy hair

Wouldn’t utter a word

Dripping droplets

Are murmuring

Essence of longings

Your fingers fit right in

Clasp of mine

Yeah! I am poised

But fully nostalgic with you

 

It takes strength

Of inseparability

To close that windy window

I can’t be doing that all alone

Certainly, I have tried

The best ways to

Be on my own

Yeah! I am sounding plucky

But not without you

 

Inverted look within

Mirrors the unacceptable

Discomfort becomes comfort

Though life, a living hell

In passage of time

Dropped last coin in wishing well

Yeah! I have to keep walking

But after a halt with you

© Juhi Gupte