Walls Of My Heart
The island of my soul holds
umpteen tales in beautiful ways
ours is beautiful in umpteen ways—
the moonlight fades amidst her splendour
as I witness her aura on the dinner table.
Her phone rings
and she bids adieu to the moment
hastily, she drops her earrings;
I pick it up with a mesmerized heart
Under the pretext of returning the earrings;
I yearn for her glimpse.
Twelve days elapsed
since the meeting in Paris
twenty-four hours of daydreaming
weren’t sufficient to suffice her aura;
her incoming call was my alarm for the day,
her voice my diet,
Next day, she asks for the meeting venue
I didn’t recall any place except
the walls of my heart.
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