nasty life

Last Few thoughts

Standing on the edge of roof,

The cold night winds caressed my little finger which had lighted stick and now pointing towards stars

Making the hazy smoke on black sky  

The last few drops and last few hours before I could sense something new to start

I slowly rested my arms on a pillar and closed my eyes

It was a slow hum of remembrance or thoughts of last few moments before something ends  

The smell had brought back from where the glass ended on the other hand

The days when her breath smelt of morning freshness as she kissed my dry lips

The days when her cold hands would still touch my warm cheeks and held them

The days when her breath would smell of alcohol and be a baby

The day when I saw her body shaking intensely with fear

In red and white sari which had managed to complement her unquestioned eyes.

  

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