Monologue

Your story too is like all stories

you think it is so misleading and deceiving,

this is someone else’s or a mirage,

but nope! it’s solemnly yours

eventually, every vague details make sense;

Spend hours talking about you to myself

and our conversations be like –

“No, I don’t want to go through this again”

you’ll repeat after me,

On every yesterdays you wish

you’ve never ended up in love –

-in love with your grandmother’s kisses

-with the clouds followed your school bus

-with the raindrops fell across your umbrella

-with the breeze pecked your eyelashes in your first-ever bicycle trip

-with the second drop of blood rolled over your thighs

-with your reflection of mine

-with all residues, you’ve ever been in love

without hope or agenda.

It was all a game

sometimes you’ve to kill what you love, to win the battle of "brain vs heart".

And you became sour with people

afraid to let someone else close again.

Our monologue continues like-

“Just one more time, it’s not the first time remember?”

every time you desperately wish to unlove everything,

believe you are not a lone fool.

We’ll be two strangers who knew everything about each other,

but I wish you could see yourself with my eyes,

coz you are altering, blooming, and curing yourself.