Like the premonsoon rains,
You came in, unannounced.
Like the front page of a newspaper, you were filled with casualties and bad news.
Yet I wanted to read every single word of it, knowing it would hurt.
Like the ruins of a place were your words.
Beautiful, but decaying in hindsight.
Like a favourite song played on loop only to hate it later on, was my presence to you.
......
Like the premonsoon rains,
You came in, unannounced.
Like the front page of a newspaper, you were filled with casualties and bad news.
Yet I wanted to read every single word of it, knowing it would hurt.
Like the ruins of a place were your words.
Beautiful, but decaying in hindsight.
Like a favourite song played on loop only to hate it later on, was my presence to you.
......