September 13, 2008

Another night

I wanted to talk about
My love for Sandhya,
Cohen's songs and life's pain,
Our lustful honeymoon days.

You wanted to talk about
Your uncomfortable office chair,
Why I should stop smoking,
A coworker's interest in you.

We didn't speak a word;
Did what we usually do
Me, thinking of some other girl,
And you, chewing your worries.

I wake up to the sound of grinder.
As much as this is all bitter,
As much as I feel empty,
I just let this marriage go.

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