There is nothing I can say
I talk to my pillow,
About lost days where
The grass was greener
And the sun looked cooler.
I have this meagre words,
Clenched tightly in my hands,
I speak rusted speech
Unvarnished with amalgam(y).
Lies kill me everyday,
But I breathe— disappearing.
There is this girl too waiting,
I see her apparition on every cross,
May be it’s a mirage of my eyes
But I choose to admire
Till she vanish away somewhere.
I do believe , “the eyes tell lies”.
I kept my promises like coins,
The tell tales of pasts make noise,
May be walking alone is my fate,
I have reached the precipice
All I have to do is take the step.
©Aquib bilal
©Copyright reserved