That Midnight

By GV Ashmitha

As the final drop of tear

Rolls down my cheek,

I see his face in clarity,

The face unbothered and prideful.

Pity.

Reflecting and realising that,

We shared a house,

But not the home,

We shared the hope,

But not the dispair,

We shared the bed,

But not the dream.

Two pairs of eyes meet,

One with sorrow and

The other with an irk,

Which one had met with spirits

High as the clouds!

Transported back to that

Illuminating party, those minutes

Under the intensity of his gaze,

Pity.

By GV Ashmitha