Conversations

I thought I should do some story-telling, a fancy one.

Conversations with you start even before my mornings begin,

and don't end even in my late night dreamy grins.

I never remember what all we talk about,

but our debates never make me feel like opting out.

I never recall the memes we discuss,

or the myths that we may have bust.

I just know that I now have things to associate with you,

things that I adore, things that battle my blues.

That is, of course, when you're not around,

how can I leave your heroism unannounced?

You are and will always remain my knight in shining armour,

a little late, a little out of practice, but nevertheless a charmer.

It were your texts laced with quirks,

that completed my days along with that smirk.

If not for your belief and support,

I never would've completed the missions I were to abort.

It was now that you begun to feel like home,

I felt like I was knocking on my own goddamn door.

But, as the dates in my journal progressed,

our dates were put to tests.

It was terrible at first, and horrific later,

as we threw at each other taunts that created massive craters.

I never remember what all we fought about,

just that I constantly wanted to opt out.

Although, I knew that I would cherish forever,

the broken pieces of me that you stuck so fondly together.

I knew that I would cherish you with all my heart,

just as lovingly as I did at the start.

So, until I stop murmuring 'iloveyou's under my breath,

and until I stop writing 'runaway's on my desks,

you will remain my knight in shining armour,

riding away to a world much calmer.

So now, when I'm broken and blue,

I look for even a shadow of you.

Knowing fully well that you're not around,

with the things that you marked scattered on the ground.

I now learn to unassociate,

and unlearn all that you did create.

It'll be a journey of prime,

maybe short, or maybe a lifetime.

These days,

conversations with you start even before my mornings begin,

but now have an end, similar to the scars on my skin.

~Khyati

Music: Aryan Sinha