Aurangzeb

"Has he ever called you beautiful?" 

"No.. but I've never seen his eyes behold me vulgarly either 
I've only seen passivity in them."

"So.. a confidante?"

" Kind of, yes. A trustworthy partner in all kinds of humane crime." 

"Yet not anymore?" 

"No.

I've seen scornful cynicism in his eyes more than twice
I've heard him call me incredulous and naïve more than thrice
He has whiffed me off with sarcasm more than ..
..more than many a time."

"That's not right.. 

Does he help you?"

" Oh he helps. He cares much
But not that much, you know..?"

" I see..

How would you define who he is?"

"Hmm..Others call him 'amazing'

I will settle with 'nice'.

..I give credit to his parents."

"But love is not just about being 'nice'..is it!" 

"No it isn't."

"And he is never sacrificial..is he?" 

"He does what he can

 and moves on.
He's , 

nice."

"I see.." 

"He pretends not to hear sometimes
Yet cares about everything he hears
On the fence about himself , yet pushes me beyond
My comfort zone."

"-at his convenience"

"..exactly.
He motivates me- at his convenience- yet laughs it off
When I ask why

Fond of me, apparently
Loves me, apparently-" 

"-or so they say."

"..or so they say.."

"Just apparent."

"yes..just apparent"

"Well..you already know what you want."

"I do."

"So, what would you like to do now?"

"I'm too old to depend on ifs and buts

I like integrity

..And he is Aurangzeb."


(c)


Feb 2020

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