Remembrance

I remember you.

It's just that your face has now merged with another.

I remember you.

Your antics and habits come rushing back to me in flashes.

I remember your thoughts and the things you said to me.

I remember how you liked talking in songs,

and the happy days when you'd break into a dance.

I remember marvelling at all the attention you paid to me

and constantly thinking about what you thought of me.

I remember most things about you,

but why do I have to remember you at all?

~Khyati

Still

I sit still as everything moves around me.

I sit still as creation surrounds me.

I see bustling lines of people with clattering crowds of hangers.

Here, gurgling steamers come packaged with steaming anger.

There is absolutely no place for those who stop.

If you want in, you must work till you drop.

But I've found a quiet cave,

I am a stagnant puddle in the midst of roaring waves.

I have no idea how,

but it lends me a sweatless brow.

It is fascinating, truly, to observe from afar.

The plight, the joy, with nothing as fully yours.

Although, my cave is collapsing now.

It's time to dive in and drown.

Like all moments, good and bad,

this too shall be a short-lived span.

~Khyati

Opposite Corners

We sit in opposite corners of the room.

You smile at something on your phone,

while I am swiping through my regrets.

You glow up like a freshly picked flower,

while I struggle to put the pieces of my vase back together.

You bubble up with laughter resembling a newly opened drink,

while my ears ring with the crashing of the bottle.

You're now reading for leisure

while I desperately try to get lost between the pages.

Our eyes scrunch up and fall shut in sync.

As I try to hold my tide of tears at bay,

your eyes shine with unshed mirthful ones.

We sit in opposite corners of the room.