Dating : Moon Bird

A poem

Her ruby saree
shimmered under the chandelier, as
they sat, across broken love
drinking cardamom chai

She plucked mirrors off her saree
– removing one reflection at a time
His eyes, bars of candle
– lingered unlit

She undid her hair; strings of moon
fell on her lap. He reached
She flickered. He folded into a star
of another moonless night

They weren’t alone, not even today
– empty tea cups, bore leftover stains
They looked at each other, one at a time
A bird figurine brighter than their moon
– stood at the window

None of these could fly

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