A goodbye letter was found
on her desk at 5.
An unusual Friday evening.
While the room saw many beaming smiles,
she was exhausted on her job drama.
Back home with a heart full of regrets,
she was ready to retrace her steps,
in the misery 2020.
Yet, all the woes found their decimal point,
in Jagjit Sing's alleviating ghazal;
//Aaj Janaa Pyaar ki
Jaadugari Kya Cheez Hai,
Ishq Kijiye Phir Samajhiye,
Zindagi Kya Cheez Hai,
Khulti Zulfon Ne Sikhhayee,
Mausaumon Ko Shayaree.//
Played on the TV flowing with the
That pleased smiled came back on her lips,
through her electrifying veins.
A warm hug and a cup of chai
broke the silence,
Maa's routine, every evening at 6.
Home's scent was finally coming in
with a wave of freedom,
as her steps drew closer to the bookshelves,
shucking off the night-clubbing texts.
Her lost ishq was found again,
in the books dwelling happily in the lights.
An unusual yet unruffled Friday.