A sweet salty smell, something like
moghras and beach water,
that’s exactly how you smell like
when you cook apple cinnamon
pancakes with extra caramel.
Your olive green hoodie,
the one I took and never gave you back
just like your sly smile that was never
reciprocated with a hidden glance.
Your words did to me what
lukewarm water does to my skin.
but I did not tap my feet
or snapped my fingers
when you unknowingly
hummed my favorite song.
Your patience with me was
like all the unacknowledged
songs in my playlist.
Your love was right in front of me
but I was behind the tinted glass
you see.
you’ll have to build a maze
for not letting me melt away into
space.
All the unattended morning calls,
Meant to be my alarm tone
were snoozed like all
the conversations day after day.
You knew the fairylights in the
living room never changed its
brightness,
Thats why you placed it
on the front wall,
I walk and unplug it
and watch it fade away.
You could walk through
blazing fire and come forth
as gold but all you could see
was the reflection of laptop
screen in the round glasses.
Okay, i agree you consider
me as your sunrise and
wait for sky to turn orange
but i am like the 7
on the keyboard; stuck
between 9 to 5.
You say you like scattered
paint drops on a white sheet;
but darling these are
not drafts i tell you rather
the ones which will be framed
and placed beside the ticking
clock on the same front wall.
The coffee beans and bubbling
water, ready to give away itself
into the air and our crisp mornings.
A revolution is needed said the
headlines, you get up to water
the pink roses, i pick the wilted ones
and place the red.
Seven I realised was a good time
in the morning to write on
cold breeze and frame it
to change something on
the front wall.
Sugar Words 
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