WITHHOLD

In the era of texts

Let's seek through the letters once.

Messages may be quick

But the smell of those emotions are lost.

When all are going for a date 

Take me out for a walk on dark night.

With our each steps, diving the darkness,

Under open sky.

While they go out for dinner

Hold me when we cook.

No, Don't pull me  near you

Be gentle enough to kiss my forehead.

Yes, I would cheer for your matches together.

But once in a while

Let's sing together those romantic 90's songs.

And  don't say me obsolete

For they just reflect my hopes.

Dnt ask my status

many words have melted me.

And I'm stuck here,

Wandering

Truth and what seems to be True.

Yes, Drained and despaired

For what it was meant to be.

So let's take a walk in the darkest nights.

With mindfull dillusion to find what's true.

In the generation of video calls

Let's be epistoler for this time.

Since words have always touched me

More than blonde hairs and blue eyes.

In the era of blind dates

Let's keep some petals safe in diaries.

And dream together

Of a walk,
holding hands on those dark streets.

                                                                                           Pooja Singh