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The story of ‘You & I’

Shifting between the study table and bed, the hands move an inch each time, the ticktock seems unbearable. I pick up the phone to dial and reach outward in hope, but I hear beep, beep, beep. It’s all disconnected.

The kettle boils for long, the whistle is too loud. Shocks every living cell. And then I fall into slumber as the shock settles down.

Same is the routine every night.

And deep inside is a reflection of this chaos.

As the pages turn, the dates change, I can see the transition in my watch. Every night misery ceases to be a mystery I would like to solve.

With time, the line breaks into a curve. Acceptance takes over. I begin to enjoy the solitude and then the unthinkable happens…

The “disconnected” phone rings…

I pick up the phone, cut the call and cause my favorite sound to resound in the caller’s ear… Beep, beep, beep!

I don’t need you anymore.

The joy spread to every contracted muscle, happy hormones making me cry. Not much has changed yet so much with time.

Acceptance.

The story of ‘You & I’

Shifting between the study table and bed, the hands move an inch each time, the ticktock seems unbearable. I pick up the phone to dial and reach outward in hope, but I hear beep, beep, beep. It’s all disconnected.

The kettle boils for long, the whistle is too loud. Shocks every living cell. And then I fall into slumber as the shock settles down.

Same is the routine every night.

And deep inside is a reflection of this chaos.

As the pages turn, the dates change, I can see the transition in my watch. Every night misery ceases to be a mystery I would like to solve.

With time, the line breaks into a curve. Acceptance takes over. I begin to enjoy the solitude and then the unthinkable happens…

The “disconnected” phone rings…

I pick up the phone, cut the call and cause my favorite sound to resound in the caller’s ear… Beep, beep, beep!

I don’t need you anymore.

The joy spread to every contracted muscle, happy hormones making me cry. Not much has changed yet so much with time.

Acceptance.

Together, Alone

Blurry eyes, for the long and short of it,
My vision fails me.
One, two, three… fail.
One, two, three… fail.
Repeated defeats and I catch his eye,
He, my ego, fat and high!

When drunk I lie, cry,
Wouldn’t deny a sense of loss I cannot define,
Right then my ego looks at me, fat and high…
High-five! 🙂

Right or left, forward-behind,
When breathlessness makes me sigh,
It all vanishes, the paranoia, the greyness,
My ego and I stare eye-to-eye.

He always shines like a star, I blink… Smile. Look far on, clear and long.
A mountain we moved, together, alone.