the storm

"this too shall pass"

we mumbled to each other 

guessing we're offshore. 

"as we had no cure"

spaces between my fingers

found no sliding of your hand. 

"we might be the eye of storm"

winds slapping our faces 

all we could see was rising risk. 

"honey please don't go"

we left our love in the lurch but

raised the mountain of molehills. 

"can we hold on this? "

hating the idea of standing on coast

we were even scared to step into seas. 

" we will rebuild it flawlessly " 

i stepped out once, imprints on sand

but not finding your feet beside mine. 

"can we keep the promise? "

your eyes turned right to see

if my eyes turned left to see yours. 

" we guess we can not "

i was looking at my feet alone

you were staring at my eyes alone. 

" we are losing it "

we turned off the flashbacks of 

us standing on the safer side. 

" waves don't whisper anymore "

storms live in oceans and in our eyes 

we chose our end in our eyes' storms. 

" we are now drowning darling "

we were sailing the sunken boat

with all dried eyes after the storm. 

- chetna 🌻