I'd say I'm too young
To feel so much pain

But only if I wasn't
Just old enough

She was an art,
but she wasn't the type
you'd find in museums
or the type that would
make you feel profound things
in your chest.

She was an art
tucked in hidden pockets
of a faded yellow dress.
She was an art,

slowly sketching herself
out of existence.

if you are too tired to speak
sit next to me
i am fluent in the language of silence


© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar

Sometimes i wonder do you
Remember me like i remember you.

She loves me
He lusts for me
They need me
You long for me
But I am alone

how much courage
do i need
only to live
just one day more