Author: Ami Asija, Class XI E
I hold no regrets honey,
I hold memories,
I hold you tight and sunny,
I visit cemeteries.
And no tears do I shed,
No remorse is felt,
For our moments aren’t dead.
I’ve relived. I’ve dwelt.
No regrets, but yes… a few wishes.
Wish I’d hugged you tighter..
Planted more kisses…
Could things have been brighter?
Oh and I wish my goodbye wasn’t hurtful,
And my stay longer,
Your tears less desertful,
If only I was stronger.
I hold no regrets honey,
I hold memories,
But indeed I hold wishes,
Heavy as treasuries.
Two strangers, stood at a station,
Felt themselves sinking into an awkward situation,
Eyes met for a second or two,
And then looked away as if they had no clue,
Both kept tapping their feet, and had to wait,
Time would not go faster, their train was late,
In slow-motion, the breeze blew their hair,
Oh, the silence, they could not bear,
An hour passed… again…
But it was important, because this is when,
A bullet was shot in the air,
People panicked- unaware-
The strangers cried out loudly and screamed,
ears turned deaf. Black, everything seemed.
And in that darkness, they sank. Collapsed.
Too suddenly, their life lapsed.
Blacked-out, next to each other, they lay.
Now no longer strangers are they,
And now, perhaps their train is too late…
For evermore, on that station… they wait,
And once again, two strangers, stood at a station,
No longer feeling themselves sinking into an awkward situation,
