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Megha Balooni Jan 2015
Look me in the eyes, she said.
Tell me its over, she said.
The coldness in her voice and the longing in her eyes,
I couldn't differentiate between the mist of mistrust between us and that formed by the pouring rain.
A gunshot and there was silence between us again.
Megha Balooni Jan 2015
And it all came back to me
The brokenness I felt at that time
Pain isn’t transient
It drops to the sea bed
Covered in shallow waters
My love, my heart
It is bound to come up sometimes
Some time
When the ripples arise again
And the time comes
It starts to hurt, again
And there’s always space for some more
But never do you get over it
Get away with it
Or get it out really
It might become still for a while
But it never goes away
Pain isn’t transient
It hides itself in water
Only to come back again.

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