Verse: Couch

(c) Nandita Godbole, 2019

A quaint twosome
 on a couch for two.
 Sat silently.
 Absorbing the hours.
 Doing absolutely nothing,
 except feeling comfortable.
 With each other.
 Just being.
 An incandescent shade
 Bathed the room in yellow light.
 A television flickered across the room-
 One story framed.
 Another patiently waited
 on the couch.
 unwritten, unspoken and unplayed.

Years passed.
 so life wrote
 a different story.
 One with two couches instead of one.
 Set in two different rooms
 Filled with hours and silence.
 Instead of “around”
 Silences scattered in-between the twosome.
 Neither being.
 Nor comfortable.
 Until they replaced the everything with one couch.

 (C) Nandita Godbole, 2019