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A sad love poem about clubs, parties, a lover’s attention and departure by Mohini, exclusively for Different Truths.
One day when I’m sick of the clubs, The blaring lights on an evening road. Honey, please understand the difference Between moonlight and man’s spit of photons. When I can’t gulp my sorrows with alcohol, When the chatter of the people becomes a blast of speakers When the anticipation will lie in long nights of endless laughter And not in a pub with a room full of people that don’t matter When your hand is the only direction, I need When your smile is etched in the back of my mind Your smile feels like a ray of warmth on a chilly winter eve The games that you play with me The ones I brush off in the role of a naïve partner Your innocent worries of my unfailing fall Your naïveté to run in this social race that’s just in your mind You, my armour, and my enemy I’ll follow you until the dawn sets on us But if I leave, know that you chose time against me.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
