A Stroll in the Void

They grew impatient,

eyes locked in a tussle,

both huffing exaspirated breathes.

Clock’s hands gyrate tirelessly

before she murmurs

a word in disarray.

She peaked into his soul

and saw a fragment of her shattered entity

wandering astray in his inapt domain

as if it was never hers.

For he too gathered all her disseminated dreams

filched  from her sheenless eyes

to fulfill them as his very own.

~

A Collaborative poem with Maresa Khan.

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