In the evening, yesterday,
We again battled with words,
And, you, threw spears of alphabets
which embraced each other
as if they were meeting for the last time.
And I promised my reflection
I would not be guilty this time.

Minute 1:  I threw all the glasses of your trust
                 and cut down all the threads of your love.

Minute 2:     I looked around to search for me,
          but all I could see was you.
                      I knew I was delusional so I went
          to wash my face.

Minute 3:    I stepped on those glasses and my
                    eyes were filled with currant and
       crimson.

Minute 4:     I reached the basin and washed
    my
                    face while my feet were painting
       themselves.
                   And all that dripped down from my face was my commitment.

Minute 5:      I slapped myself using sheets of water
    But I was not as injured.
    I believe,
              I needed more, so I continued.

Minute 6:   I closed the tap and the remaining water fell,
Drop by drop.
I heard myself fall too,
Piece by piece.

Minute 7:                   I started the water again,
                                 My basin overflowed with  
                     you,
                              Oh no, it was water I knew.

Minute 8:               I heard the water, fall again
All at once.
                               I could hear myself fall too,
All at once.

Minute 9:                      no more water was left
                To be shed.
                             No more I was left
               To be dead.

Minute 10:                 my feet had become sore,
                                 And blood now drained away.
                      I knew what I did,
                              I didn't know what
        happened.

Minute 11:     I looked at myself in the mirror,
                    Like always, it again happened.
         My reflection faded away.