28 february 2022
Black Moods
I will not beg,
never. There were some mistakes.
You took a wrong turn
hitting below the waist.
It was a disaster. Asking
for the moon― for chilling.
Drugs make you unholy―
you try to whack the clouds.
I give, you take. But the
balance still remains. Somewhere
we don't meet and part with
unease of sea waves.
I am loosening the grip on me,
let go the legs to take me
nowhere. Unwrite the poem
meant for you.
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