By Krish Sharma
Evening winds, I have been talking to,
There is this drug I might have found.
Told her what I tell all of them,
Just a shell I am with placid hollow sound.
Whispered something to me she did:
"It is okay to feel nothing, but nothing is felt with a smile too... cannot say I feel
nothing because feeling nothing is a feeling too."
Looking into that different world,
Contrasting the ways to which I was bound.
Light years ahead, maybe,
But I could be losing ground.
Her roses mocking a cigarette,
And that touch being the fire.
This stray, abstracted heart,
Pitching pebbles on a wire.
The way her ballads hymn,
A dainty basset hound.
Evening winds, I've been talking to,
There's this girl I might have found.
By Krish Sharma
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