Its Enough

We do talk

Sometimes

And often I'm

Guilty of not

Talking enough 

Forgetting the

Priorities 

Has become

A priority

In itself

Of what 

Use

Is it?

I don't 

Know

But I do

Know

That knowing

Is somehow

Enough

Like a curtain

In a shower

I hang around

Waiting to feel

The steam

As an engine

On a train

The steam

Rises up

As it chugs

Along the old

River, the mystic

River of

California

Boiling 

Blushing and

Boiling 

To the point

Of 

No return

The heat 

Of it all

Is all 

There is

Or ever will be

And 

In the heat

We do 

Talk

Sometimes

And often

My lips

Are sewn 

Together

Smeared with niceties

- By Ritvij Tiwari. 10/April/2022. At home, Raebareli.