So post number #175 it is
A cracked glass can’t be stuck again
That grandma of a person croaked.
We are in the age of Fevikwik and ready smiles.
So what if it is a plastered one
For the cameras?
They are better than fake candids atleast
The other day I realized
That my heart got unbroken
I could feel only the feeling
That I couldn’t feel anything
And a twinge of sadness
That I’m not a wailing idiot
His star crossed lover.
My smile used to be a band aid over a bullet hole
Now the hole is no more
And my smile is whole again
Why do I still mourn the hole?