Print Edition - 2019-02-16  |  On Saturday

Little secret

- Asmita Manandhar

Feb 16, 2019-

While you drove to nowhere

on that dim lit motorway

I cut loose some gravity

and kept the world at bay

threw my hands in the air

and the let the wind blow my hair

when the night was ripe

and we were as crazy as we could get

you whispered in my ears,

“it is our little secret”

I dug a hole inside my heart

searching for places to hide it right

instead, I wrote a poem on a paper plane

and watched it fly down the memory lane

When boundaries felt limitless

and our hearts is in a mess

when the time seemed harsh

and love—too sparse

together, we flew like kites

for endless days and sleepless nights

living by the mistakes, living on the moments

no thoughts of reality, no place for amends

But as the moments grew intense

the secrets too, were getting dense

even the paper planes couldn’t hold them long

flying to territories they don’t belong

So when I took that flight

to stay out of your sight

I cut loose some strings

and quickly bled without a fight

watched the world come closer

like an alcoholic getting sober

when I held myself together

before I take a step back and regret

I whispered to myself,

“I was just a little secret”

Published: 16-02-2019 10:02

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