Bid the glass empty. While you drop your drink. Within turns in love, hate and apathy over a wrong text at midnight or between rude modicum of work and a half betrayed thought, breathe. Beyond blindness to her faults and deaf chords of trial learn to weave tales of future smoothening the red cover. This struggle isn't real. Hold up the mask and miss the blink. Feel the blues. Look up still. Pause the watch as you slowly let your conflicts shrink.
Ayan Chakraborty is from Kolkata, West Bengal. He is currently pursuing his doctoral research degree from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi.
The Pine Cone Review 