27 FEB 2017 AT 3:59

Empty (Part - 2)

You hurl accusations, remind me of the things that I've done, of the threads I've torn apart, of the 'us' that I've ruined. It hits me like the raindrops hit the verandah. I cope up with it at first and retaliate thereafter, like the raindrops collide with the concrete and scatter with a splash, nearby. But when the rains end, when the sun comes out, when the water dries up and only lumps of it remain scattered all over the place, the verandah is rendered empty. After the storm passes, when the mundane routine takes over, when the Sun hits you harder than you've ever been hit before, when we get tired of mending our ravaged relationship, our hearts feel the same - empty.

- A heart penned down