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.
