The dangler that hangs
from your ears,
that you change everyday,
that you keep in the closet
after you are done with them.
I hang my feeling similarly,
once I come back after
seeing you in those
crowded ally everyday,
where you stand alone
with your friends,
just like me
who stands with a wish
to tell you
How much I love you
and that, I want you to
grow on me, just as
Life grows on people
and leave those wrinkles behind
and leaves people only to be
seen, cared, caressed, pampered
by the one with whom you share your wrinkles.
That feeling...I hang everyday
after I come back...after meeting you...on the nail on the wall...
Now there, i hang this piece that reminds me of the broken dream
that has gone weary, wilted memory of love
I once had.
- Rohan Srivastava
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