Under the Moonshadow
Written by Tathagata Banerjee
When all was said and done,
Zebra crossings have known
Parting gifts of farewell names, murmured…
Cafeteria doors dripping in nostalgia
I’ve walked away, just like we eventually do
Lingering voices that check in well-being
And one day, you forget to that you’ve reached home.
Half-asleep, soft apologies drown or fade away
Glass windowpanes know solitude soliloquies.
There’s some murmurs that only the silence knows I’ve heard the echoes of flashback stories,
Over and over again…
Faraway detours that take you away
From clumsy crowds
And you’ve shared moonshadow stories
Underneath the midnight sky…
Parallel lines in sand, we’ve played tic tac toe
And one day, timelines diverge.
Left behind mementos of gift-wrapped pains,
Faceless digital avatars,
And co-signed pseudonyms
The finality of definite blue lines slowly sinks in.
Under the moonshadow, I’ve bid a stranger adieu.