Sunny days — rainy days,
we were always there.
Imagining our future lives,
barely conscious of here.
You dreamt of your knight
while I painted my nails;
I told you of my woes
and you turned them into fairy tales.
I called the night dark
but you called it starry.
You taught me hope was real
when I called it imaginary.
Where did that light go,
the one that infiltrated my cave?
It seems darker now
than when you first came.
You broke the unsaid promise
that we’d be friends forever.
You’re not here anymore
but I — I am still here.
By -
Tushita Choudhary
B.A. (H) English
Sem 5
[Edited by Nilabja Das and Mehak Aggarwal
Art Curated by: Basundhara Jana]
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