Sorry For The Finality And Irreverence

By Abhinav Nath Jha

A tuckaway artist pulling chords,

And I think I saw you, 

Passing by on the tenterhooks, 

Of mixed vibrations and stareathons.

I’m tired of reducing you to the perpetual muse,

But it’s easier to blurt out banalities.

Sorry for the finality and irreverence,

You deemed me unforgivable anyway. 

By Abhinav Nath Jha