Niggling Urge To Be Apart

Calmly they were together

For one and a half hour, no red signal

Was there to stop but something was provoking

To collect a huge amount of silence.

Movement of her scarf around the neck, was leaking her to be liven

Only eyeball was able to change the sight

Slightly she fixed it in his eyes

Piercing air at the distance of handspan.

They both were escapist with own tantrums.

Each burning minute was fuel to getting over.

Only the niggling urge, swollen hate were around.

Eyes were ready to say, never meet again.