I don’t remember hearing it rain
but the balcony breeze
smells like petrichor.
in between sips of coffee
I gaze at the twilight sky
with its reluctant clouds
and solitary birds
making their way home.
thunder rumbles in the distance,
the sound of old memories awakening.
you’d ask me to write a poem
on a day like this,
and I’d say “you didn’t like my last one”
and you’d say “you can always write more”
and I’d write you something
before heading off to sleep.
I don’t remember hearing you leave
but my pages are empty
and my neck is still sore.
Abhigyan
"I have been passing myself off as a human for about 23 years now, and I'm currently pursuing my Masters in Physics from the University of Delhi."
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