Splash ! I dip
my thoughts in the well
The well is full
of unwell memories
Wrapped on silent
wheel my knots
Quietly return
with overflowing drops
Tugged with
a dripping and pale pail
Rusty with use
and creaky with sobs
Sometimes a cloud
peeps into my core
And bursts to
replenish the pain..
Drop by drop
to empty and a gush to fill
Somewhere our
drops unite deep within
When you splash
your face with a smile
To wrap what
happens sometimes
A sometimes that
is most often
The water that
rolls down your cheek
Is always brine
even as you smile .
Delhi
11.30 hrs
2116
4.2.24
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