July

Pouring rain, the month of July, drenched clothes, a resolute bindi on your forehead, a soaked sole strand of hair playing on your cheek, moist yet radiant eyes, shivering lips, trying frantically to utter something yet fumbling on its own, a firm yet weak paradoxical hand resting on my shoulder, eyes ever so confused with…

Drunk

Yes I’ve tried, I’ve tried everything, I’ve loved her from the core, I’ve loved her till love had reached its epitome, I’ve loved her till loved had gone meaningless, I’ve loved her till I believed in it. Why didn’t she have a clue, why didn’t she bother? Why didn’t the she pay any heed, to…