In the deep well of thoughts,
words have dried up somewhere..
I can still stack up sentences
And give you my story..
With a pinch of lie
Some secrets dressed up..
But then i have taken the other way..
To scrap away every little line
From the paper
And make them stand
On that riverside
where i waited for her in my half dreams..
I tried to give words,
a voice, a song
That could light up
The grim darkness of a lonely 2-bhk.
Then i discovered
like the cuckoo in the nest..
This world is not mine..
neither is this my story..
and no, my dreams were too inspired..
I have tried too hard,
Won too easily
And lost so narrowly
in love and life..
on a blank piece of paper
i put my signature..
On the bottom
that's how i like it, absolute silence ..
no prayers, no cries..
no half-lies
(c) Ankur Srivastava
