Afternoons
Don't you know
It's buffoonery
To talk to
A lonely heart
With charisma
And then leaving!
You didn't stay
So I went to the
Summer afternoon days.
Day I
I invited my friend
Who lives in my head,
Some good books, we read,
My heavy heart was still in dread.
Day II
Music lost its melodies,
I went color blind,
Or the world went black and white,
Everything struck like a sore sight,
But my friend was there by my side.
Day III
Home felt like an asylum
Because I was becoming dumb,
Searching for you in the passers by,
I tried praying to the sapphire sky
But every word came out as a cry,
You were in my breath, my bones bled,
But my friend didn't go back to my head.
Day IV
I was a vessel— soulless,
The floor was drowning me,
My heart projected you on the ceiling—
Your smiles, your giggles, you gaze, your words,
Then the projector got fused, so did my mind.
Day V
Afternoon aflame and I wandered
Alone starving to see you,
I was in a desert seeking for
A mocking mirage,
My feet were alight and aching,
My throat throbbed calling your name,
Tears flooded out, there was no dam.
Day VI
Tears turned the desert into a pool,
I started playing like a foolish fool,
I shouted so loud, my lungs burst out,
“Marco!”
“Marco!”
Then It dawned on me,
No one would say “polo!”
Because I was playing solo.
Day VII
The pool became a frantic ocean,
I drowned and
Cried, cried and cried.
*Friend : Loneliness
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