Fluorescent lights
disco nights
women on men
men on women
stale conversations
me left on my own;
conservations.
A girl twirls,
a boy catches her.
I twirl, but then I wonder…
who would catch me?
The time that separates us,
or the vast ocean’s length stretched between us?
I left on my own;
conservations.
Bottles are opened and passed around,
a dilemma in my heart painfully pounds.
The last time we got drunk
you had ended up on me,
I ended up on you.
If I drink;
the gaping whole will only widen.
They talk about numbers to numb the pain.
A measure of success!
They measure that in tiny glasses
of fluid;
I wonder…if success is that finite.
But, my love for you is infinite.
I take the bottle,
take a swig.
drag my silks across the floor.
You aren’t here,
nevertheless,
I twirl and the silks tangle in my feet.
I fall,
fall,
and fall…
- Bhairavi Yadav
(B.A. (Hons.) Psychology)
(Edited by Bisni and Pallavi
Art curated by Ritika)
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