By Sakshi Bhatia
Her moon was eclipsed today
and she was waiting for
the night to end
so she could deeply gaze
into that marble maze
and watch the summer of her love
reflecting
projecting
rejecting
her
her heart was eclipsed today
she couldnʼt kiss his lips today
And she cannot kiss his lips tomorrow
for the froth of her sorrow
comes in the way
Every day
There was nothing new
to say
But still a lot
That rhymed
there was nothing to reason
she had to pay with her time
and not feel
black like the gutter
black like the sky tonight
black like this communion
that was forever eclipsing
forever lovers
Like them
She wanted her moon back
she wanted her moon white
she wanted her moon
all through this eclipsed night
she could fight
but the sun and his phone were expected to be switched off
until tomorrow
and the froth from her sorrow
Was forming into clouds
and the rain from the pain
was going to be acidic
and the storms in the torn corners
of her heart
Would probably birth a rainbow
tomorrow
And she could borrow all the colours from the sky
to paint all day and remember a good yesterday
tomorrow
there would be a new moon
a new her, a new him
and the old sun
full of love
under which theyʼd crackled
By Sakshi Bhatia
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