Also, written by me. 🙂
We keep on shuffling the cards.
And reassurance becomes the only form of truth.
Do we need to go?
Do we need to find it?
That one lagoon for salty minds.
Is it a seizure taking my heart now?
No, wait, it feels like rain.
I am crying, I am wailing.
Oh they said it is such a clichéd game
And yet I know in my bleak heart
if something resurfaces, it must be reassurance
based on unreal things,
Native tunes of a bastard heart
Cribbing about last Saturday,
Of the chances left unrequited
and tons of ‘what ifs?’-
And I keep on repeating the same names
calculating some blemished yesterdays
The corruptness of some magnificent memories
And a song sung down the road:
Down the ringing roads.
© Priyanka Kapoor
(Eng Hons, 2nd Year)