By Sabeeha Banu
The cracks reappeared on the ceiling
A harsh sunbeam pierced the grill with a soft, eerie squealing.
Glazed eyes from yesterday’s grief
Cryptic loads tugging the heartstrings
Longing to melt like a thawing heart and blur
Does this alien, poignant bane have any cure?
In stillness, the clock’s tick felt like a thunder lure
A hint of alarm to commence the day and cloak illness
The hot steam smoothened the creases on the shirt
But couldn’t tame the surge of emotions or the hurt
Lathered and scented in cocoa and oud
It's tough to catch a whiff of a surly mood
Left the lone escapade with a deep sigh
To fade into the void until the cracks fade in vain
By Sabeeha Banu
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