It’s not often that I lose my ability to sew words and heartbeats together, and when that happens – like it has been since the past few days – then it’s because the magic of the guardian angel was missing.
Lovely years ago, when goodbyes were in the air
I saw the dust of our bond sparkle on the sand of farewell.
A few alphabets strung together
And so many emotions strangled,
I wonder how the mist mixed with the water
And irrigated the meadows of our lives
Only to leave behind an autumn that none of us like.
None of us like; and yet it exists like
The existence of the ghost and the shadow of the melancholy.