
Just when I had nothing to do with you,
The cosmic dance, yet again,
Spun you and I together
We’re dancing on our tiptoes
But I think, here I am alone.
I dance alone. I sing alone. The music escapes your ears and falls into mine.
I dance alone. I sing alone.
In this empty auditorium, where the entry gate is barred.
Everything I do, I do alone.
With a hope still clung to my chest, like a morbid monster,
That someday you’ll hear my silent holler
but,
you never do
you never will.
-Fanoos
About the author: Jhanvi Sabharwal, who writes under the pseudonym of ‘Fanoos’, is wonderfully adept at putting grave notions in her poetic works. The themes of her works are centered around feelings that gnaw at one’s being.
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