The dull after a storm*

The heart is wrenched dry,

Not unlike a piece of cloth,

Filled with gloom,

And false signs of impending doom,

When did I get so attached,

To people I hardly knew?

A void is all there is now,

A feeling that could well be mistaken for love,

I miss it - the waits,

The dissent, the laughs-

A song we heard,

A laugh we shared,

The inception of interest,

The birth of trust,

The mutual admiration,

The perspiration,

The tension, the fear,

Until it all became clear,

A team that was far too dynamic,

That towards the end it caused quite some panic,

It most certainly felt like a boon,

Too bad it all ended too soon,

The end of a holiday,

The morning of a Monday,

And yet, as they all say,

This memory is here to stay,

We may all drift away,

But I shall remember each and every single day.

Written on 14th March, 2016

This poem is an expression of how much I miss my drama team - the ones who co-wrote and performed "Flashes" written by me, at IIT Bombay's PC Saxena Auditorium (on 11.3.2016). The title is a pun on a dialogue I had written (lull before a storm)