Why not let our words flow
to color that grey area of bittersweet?

Where little joys and fears

creep out of everydays.

Things that unsaid things imply,

in the velvet of voice.

We go through Twilights that promise,

neither days nor nights.

A game where one plays

the other who gets blind.
Words are easy to say,

even more easier to leave behind.

Growing out of hellos,

A little too soon for goodbyes!

Don’t you dare say

it’s a figment manufactured in mind.
Isn’t it intoxicating

To find ourselves in the middle of things?

You know how it started,
And I can see how this ends..
As for now…

There is no us

Just sides.

-Syeda Maham N


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