Sunday, January 7, 2024

Hours 24 only

Moment I met you

I felt there was a possibility

Of heat, fire and rain

Rum helped our eyes lock for longer than they should do

We didn’t have much time

We knew that

We quickly gulped three drinks down

Automatically everyone got up 

And scattered on the pavement, unsteadily

But tried to walk straight all over the pavement

We too walked out

Some how stayed stuck to each other

I was high and had no idea

Where it could lead to

You too had no idea

If it was going they way

It needs to

Hands touched, fingers entangled

My watch and her bangles

We found ourselves sitting together at dinner

People knew we didn’t belong to each other

But no one was bothered


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