It's A Promise.... Right? Poem by Parisha Shukla

It's a long night,
Quiet too.
A night that attacks me with its cold breeze,
Much like how it feels hearing the burning flames of people in daylight.

You wanna come over?


To walk with me,
under the blanket of moonlight—
Promise, it won't be as quiet as us recalling our flaws under the bedsheet of sunshine.

To sprint with me,
through every corner of these restless yet sleepy city streets—
Promise, it won't be as tiring as rushing to catch the bus in the mornings.

To sit beside me,
having drinks at the luminous beach, quietly and alone—
Promise, it won't be as awkward as sitting with a boss, hoping for a promotion.

To laugh with me,
at the most lame jokes ever—
Promise, it won't be as sad as laughing with your group while being its unofficial member.

To go to every possible place that drives us beyond our dreams and imagination—
Promise, we can go!

Wasn't it supposed to be the one?

You look lonely.
And…
I can fix that.

Being the one who enjoys every moment of beauty—
In the night that makes people fall asleep,
While you remain one of the sleepless ones.

Who says being 'the one' means being your soulmate, your only place?
If that were the need, you wouldn't feel this way.

Under this beauty,
Under its majesty,
I wonder—

Who would be so heartless to keep their heart at rest?

Anyways,

I—or someone you love—
Will be waiting in your dreams,
In those streets,
At the beach with a glass of champagne to cheer.

You'll come over…

Promise?