Your silent eyes poked
Every time the glass touched the lips
Trembling feet
Your eyes were there too
I had noticed your eyes
While you fixed them on the cold feet
They were cold because of the eyes
Sip after sip…
And eyes every time
On the lips
Your earnest eyes poked
Directly…( Where?)
You were soundless
Do you know what I heard?
The soundless sound- “Stop!”
Your eyes stopped the sip…
But you should not have stopped me
While I was counting the stars …
Somewhere they had met
And fixed our meeting
And,
Somewhere they will be meeting again
This time to apart us for – forever…
Yes for – forever…
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