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Amber brown pools are your eyes

Like the cups o’ evening tea, they stare into me.

 Listen to the silence when love whispers,

 Speaking many truths of life, between the clink of glazed blue crockery.


A festered wound opens many gangrenous memories.

 Perhaps, the words are toxic, or is it your absence?

 Moments of your presence linger like stagnant smoky    rings.

 How much that is said should’ve been left unsaid!


©Mumtaz Khorakiwala


Picture courtesy: Loverna Journey


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