today was another gift
left at my doorstep
wrapped in curious looks & failed gazes as usual
I told you
not to spill silence
between the lines;
Didn't I?
But you!!
Now not a soul knows
what I am all about!
I am the narrator
I am the protagonist
but you-
you are the writer
who wrote me down in his sleep
& here I am
a story without verbs!
Let me do something
before it is too late!!
