Chartreuse Holds A Refugee Under

She may not want to revisit those days
Because what followed, was painful
So it's not like you can just
"Okay let me not think about the painful breakup"
"Let me just think about the joy."
Because the joy has now started giving the pain
The joy is obscured, and the pain is also obscured
It's like, there are these black lines
In between what you see is a white line
But you don't see it
But without which, these black lines
Cannot be seen
The words, if there are no interluding silences
Will not make any sense
They have to be spaced out
And the silence has to be heard
But nobody reads these white lines
But that's not what you're trying to say



Credits
Writer(s): Desh Bharathi Padmakumar
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