Last Call

Long, torturous conversations
devoid of body language,
all wit and pleasantry
till we started to feel.

Stories came out,
secrets
and not so secrets.

We fell
not in love
but into memory
which is older and richer.

2 comments:

Siyaah said...

"we fell...into memory...which is older and richer". Liked that!

J said...

Siyaah,
Thank you,
and it is a joy to read your blog, reminds me of home, Lucknow is not so far from Delhi, but far enough to feel homesick.
I love the couplet in your profile.