Conversation...

Conversations start....
Like an off season shower of rain
They slowly rise ferociously...
Like a stormy whirlwind
And continue like a rhythm....
Of a train passing through a tunnel
In between are random halts
Of stations, off stations...
Also,intermittent pauses....
Like a space bar on the key board...
Then there is a break
Not much like a movie star, but a real one...
Then there is a wait...
Longer one...
Like a full blown pregnant dame about to pop
Agreements, fights,make ups, break offs, goof ups...
Time lingering n dwindling follows
Like a menopausal lady anxious impulsive and moody...
Before one knows it, death is near
That's when we realize
That we have had a relationship so dear
Alas...
Conversation ends
Mouth zips up...
We die...

#InBetweenTheLines

- Prajakta Sathe.