at fourteen, haroun and hera; seasonal lovers
lay on a roof and watched sunsets turn into moonlight,
over chopin’s nocturne op.9 no.2 in e-flat minor,
and recited wordsworth’s ballads about love into the starry night.
a fortnight later: a shoe-box filled with used bus tickets,
hands held and swung; one whole, two halves,
stolen kisses beneath flickering street lights,
and a dying city claimed by young love.
but seasons change and hearts follow,
the passion lives on in abandoned dreams;
and the love that once was occasionally sighs
when the city performs its stirring requiems.
Mehuli Das is an 18 year old from Hyderabad. She’s a prolific writer and literary enthusiast. She takes keen interest in the fine arts, politics and matters of social importance. Mehuli is a fierce believer in the power of written words amongst other creative media in changing the way our world is viewed for the better. When she’s not scribbling away in one of her journals, she can be found baking brownies in the kitchen. You can reach her at email@example.com or find her on instagram@aspeckonthewindshield.