FROM TIME TO TIME

I see the words on your lips
They read, “Let’s go back to mine.”
But you don’t think twice
Nor do I see any dark, twisted sign
which fervently asks me to decline

 

Your paper heart bares it all
as I stand enraptured in the sun
You say you’ve loved and you’ve lost
but now you’ve realised that no one
had moved you as much as I had done

 

There is time to think of
and the vagaries of a broken soul
But it is the moment that we are in
that forces me to search for a hole
in the plan, but at the same time, console

 

you from your terrifying ordeals
as you say you’ve begun to love this crime
But you must understand that it’s difficult
to give you an explanation as to why
I can’t be the one you only love from time to time.



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Mohul Bhowmick

Mohul is a national-level cricketer, poet, sports journalist, travel writer and essayist from Hyderabad, India.


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