A blockhead walks chained
being indicted under the ritual act
trapped between smitten smiles
and fluttering facades, for a perusal.
Under the trial of tryst, he stands
as an alliance betwixt now and never
questioned about how, when and whatever
about its happenstance into happenings.
With sweaty palms holding a crumbled
piece of paper, he gulps a drug
while the solicitor scrutinises his hypnotism
for its perpetuity and progression.
In a chamber behind infatuated valve
that opens only as a back door
a chance for him to escape from
the litigant love acting an ace advocate.
He still stands quite with no simplifications
for the simplest of legist,
who is his own statement of confidentiality
and the answer that will win over.
After hours of shared eye gazes
the contentious space dissolves
into holding of hands and handing over
of the affidavit, which he had
already brought as an evidence
"The love letter".