There are no shadows cast
On the peeling pale yellow walls
In the flickering light from the
Bulb.
Up above, the fan continues
to move in a circular motion;
Slow and steady. The mirror,
mirrors the unkempt feeling
in the room.
The damp smell mixed
With the smells of love
Heightens the silence.
And the dripping water
From the basin tap sounds
Like an explosion.
The pillows of the bed
Lie on the torn carpet below.
The sheets; crumpled
Barely cover our bodies
Spent.
Your eyes look at me
Every few seconds.
The contentment on your
Face. Sleep has eluded us for
Long, but slowly the sandman
Creeps in close to you.
Outside, the bright sunlit
Corridors are bustling.
But the noise doesn’t reach us.
Its you and me, like always.
Together. Me lying by your side
And the hint of a smile on your
Face.
Suddenly, all the trouble,
The long distance travel,
The lies, the stories cooked
Up, are all but just right.
