-So, you are active here?
-Hum.
-And in the Facebook?
-Sometimes.
-Are you surprised or annoyed?
-Why would I get surprised?
-The same question for the latter one?
-I don't get annoyed so fast.
-But, I see you sometimes looking straight
Focusing on nowhere:
Slightly annoyed
But more of an apathetic look…
She got silent like many
Other times, leaving me confused
Yet again;
Making me keep wondering
Yet again
If I was bothering her
With my caged emotions
Leaking out some buried feelings
In an unguarded conscience...
But, I've got so many things to know,
I've got so many questions to ask.
And yet I just don't know
If I should text her again
With the last one gone
Lost in an abyss of pain.
I can start again
Just by saying "hi" or
May be "what's up".
And I know
She would reply
In the succinct most way
With one or two words,
Or with silence.
But I could explain
Why she wasn’t surprised
With my text messages:
Either she doesn’t give it a shit
To the unwanted messages;
Or she somehow knew
I was going to contact
By a hard found number to hit.
And I could hope against hope
That the latter one was her reason.
But, then she would opt for
The silence mood, yet again,
Without answering
The multiple choice question.
So, it’s better to switch on the darkness
And light up my evening sky
To do all the talking with the stars,
Dead and alive,
And to shed off all the heavy words,
Laden with hopes and despairs.
If she hears, she hears….
© Atique R.
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