i cover
my mangalasutra
with the neat pleats
of a starched saree
i hide
my love within...away
from the public gaze
flaunting only yours
a sacrilege.
i allow
my love half-life
in the chimerical lanes
of fanciful nostalgia
a brooding look
a hopeless note
a forlorn song
scandalous
scribblings on bus tickets
a peek into my world.
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