“Hmm… no, nothing
It is alright, I have nothing to share
Good morning, evening and am going to sleep now…”
Lovely conversations that transpire between me and my lovely beloved now.
Recipient of an eternal wait, my mate is mute
On conversations intimate, unwilling to communicate
Commitment, date or incident that would resume our life.
Sulking over a self-inflicted travesty, she berates me and my anxiety
Inspiring at times, engaging at other times, she shies away unwilling to communicate
Commitment, date or incident that would resume our life.
Love like life is an oddity, quirks, frailties, fallacies and all
Trust, faith and laughs make it strong, if at all.
If promises are meant to keep, they ought not to be broken
If words are meant to mean, they ought not to be shaken
If love is pure and constant, it ought not to be mistaken
Smiles and laughter seek in return smiles and laughter too
Silences, snarls and shunning is treacherous and tormenting.
Expectation and wait cannot lapse into only a wait
Just wait is time bound and waited justly too.
If my love for you is not a crime, wait unto death ought not to be the sentence.
Refusing conversations intimate, a courageous fate, unwilling to communicate
Perennially my mate, subjects me to cold, telephonic goodnight yet another night.
13 November, 2020
From the Collection: Moods, Moorings and Memories
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