Much before the arrival of caravan

Long before we knew each other

We shared, we thought we shared


Our incoherent

Indulgent behavior

Made us believe what we said

She said all her life is mine

I said I live for her

Neither we knew the true nature

Of what we said

Nor we believed it is different

With passage of time

We wanted separate space

For each one of us

To store our personal thoughts

Personal things

Personal acts

We decided we need more space

There is much beyond us

We needed to explore

Today I wait outside for her

She waits inside for me

Abandoned spinning wheel

Is looking for the cotton

The dust ridden books

Wait for the reader

Compounded elements

Turn decomposed


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