My Beloved

DIARY ENTRY:

12–02 -2021

MY BELOVED

Dear Diary,

Her tired eyes had a glint in them today.

Our eyes met.

An unspoken message was delivered.

The fidgety gestures and silent tears.

All narrated a story only I could hear.

Her ring of betrothal was a metal

barrier amidst our twirling emotions.

We sat ten metres apart but were pushed miles away.

She held onto the railings and drifted past her fear.

Her fingers brushed against my skin and

I shivered.

The humour in our love was

Of a different understanding.

I laughed at her smile and made fun

At the expense of our misery.

Misery made my muse efficient at

Destroying what we could never express.

Unheard cries of longing and

Lost opportunities.

We exchange glances and

thrive in a routine of hiding.

We stand each day,

On either side of the station platform

Measuring the distance.

We could not discern whether

It was the railroad or

The unseen gap of construct that separated us.

~ Aditi Shekar VS