Fridays, books & some ghazals maybe?

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

library scene.

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.

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