We did it yesterday,

When the light came in

And the trees swished by

When the darkness left

With a faint promise 

That never had an intention 

To be fulfilled.

We did it yesterday,

When your hair portrayed 

A sweet melancholy 

When I brushed you off

With some sugar and salt

That played the pseudo game

Of seeking and faking.

But did we really do it?

Or was it just a show?

Of humble exterior 

And a churlish interior? 

Maybe it was you,

Taking away pieces 

Without letting me know.

-Kasturi Ghosh