The space was little but she managed.
The plaster sealed him off easily.
He appeared in the newspaper, yet again.
He sneaked away from her house cautiously, hoping not to get captured in the cameras.
Gave up after a while when the paparazzi found him.
“Are you sure about him?"
“I ain't sure, but it just feels like he's the one" she said.
The suspect was then interrogated as procedure .
You lay there,
Cold as stone.
Like an island,
In a sea of monsters.
Across this chaos.
I turn a blind eye,
But my ship still
draws over you
Crashed and splintered,
Alongside ruins of my own. Your shores, I see,
Are broken too.
She couldn't bear the sight of him anymore.
Decided to dump him finally.
His skin was too rotten to caress now anyways.
“Don't you still feel something about her?" asked his friend.
“No way," he laughed “I am like Earth here and she is like Alpha Centauri, several light years away".
“By the way it's still the closest star to our galaxy right?” the science nerd joined in.
“Is there nothing to make you stop from leaving?", he asked.
“There is," she said, “but not enough".
“There was," she said ,“but not anymore".
Losing my grip each second,
I clung onto the edge until my last moments.
Sadly, no one came to close the water tap.
—A lost droplet of water.
She shattered into a hundred pieces this time.
The new filter was a rage everywhere.
“What did the victim say before her death?" ,he asked the witness.
“The word ‘Eleven', twice", he replied.
The detective now knew who killed her.
The clock struck 11.
He put the gun on her forehead.
“You have 11 minutes more," he said, “now decide".
I wake up
“Maybe in next life" he said, as he left her home.
He kept wondering on the bridge, if she got the hint.
Terrified, he hid himself in the closet.
“Found him!" someone yelled outside.
The manhunt was finally over.
Sat for an hour now.
Just blinking on her texts.
The cursor was tired of her writer's block.
“How much do you know about me?"
He didn't need to tell.
Still, clicked on the link in her bio.
“Will you drop me home?"
The stranger did.
Neatly packed in a box, though.
Like ripples she ran off my shore.
While I looked for places she could be,
A wave she became faroff,
Overtook the sea.
Holding the knife, he waited in the darkness.
Next morning, his brother couldn't find the other half of his cake.
The photograph was now dusty and curling up on its edges.
With her he seemed happy there.
Sadly, it burned up too quickly.
The scissor now hovered close to his eyes.
He wished it would end soon.
First haircuts were no less than nightmares.
“Sorry, no change", he brushed past him.
“No change" , the beggar kept muttering behind.
She went down on her knees before him.
It was such a speechless moment.
God chose not to respond.
I wish you had entered my life as a jinx, a curse, on which you would have lazed around me and I around you for hours and days ,never to be lifted up.
But no, we came as a blessing to each other and that's where we both failed; when we let expectations strangle our relationship.
Yours Loving Mistake.
“I will never leave your side" she assured him.
“Don't give me hopes" he laughed.
“That's the best I can do as your doctor" said she.
Her tears came out clean.
She wiped the floor again.
His bloodstains didn't.
His last kiss lodged right above her forehead.
A pinch of ‘sindoor’ was to replace him tomorrow.
He loved to look at the stars each night before going to sleep.
He didn't miss the roof anymore.