• lipsagiri 3w


    Colours fade from star-struck eyes;
    The bleakness of Autumn sky
    Bleeds into dreamy veins -
    No more running around dusty lanes
    Save the jumps from the gym
    Lights dull around me and dim.

    Round the bend stands the man
    Beside him I sit in a halted van
    "Coffee?" "No, I'm good."
    "Coffee?" Red eyes speaking stood.

    ©Lipsa Giri