No, I don't want to write

No, I don't want to write

About love, longing, her silence, our fight 

I don't want to write 

I won't say that I'm sad coz we're far apart

It won't matter one bit, I know in my heart 

She may be sleeping right now 

With her head resting on his chest

While I'm awake like an idiot

With senseless thoughts, one after next

What did she wear today, blue or red

Was it a saree, a skirt, a Jean or a dress

Were her hair tied in a bun

Did she sport a pony 

Was it the day for the plait

Or she had her long hair cut

I think of her kajal suddenly 

And of her bangles 

Her tiny black bindi

And the last seen curls 

I remember her smile

Reaching those doe eyes 

Her playful banter with me

Not so innocent lies

The feel of her fingers in my hand

The smell of her hair

What I won't give to hug her

Once more without care

But I silence further memories 

Of when she had left

Handling the years of agony

In which I wasn't deft 

So, there won't be a poem

I'm done with that plight 

Not about love, or longing, neither silence nor fight

No, I just don't want to write