December Edition

INK DRIFT MAGAZINE
The Big Moon
Assef Ali
The falling star, as if that man in the constellation is peeing,
Do you get me? You get that the feeling is like,
The sprinkles of drizzle, the walk in the rain,
Tell me what I don’t feel right from the moon, and do come back soon,
It’s like honey and donuts with jellybean pain,
Sorry for pants, which I couldn’t care, back then,
That old weird love, I do still feel, for you,
Milk bowl with cereals, and slow streams of tears,
I feel you now, back from those good old days,
It still feels amazing, like chicken in Biryani,
Do you still listen to those songs, that we in car played?
Are your burnt fingers cured? When the wrong breads you broke,
Pineapples don’t like it, the stories I tell them,
Bae let me breathe the time off the tables, from lunches till dinners,
Come let’s go to moon, eat out the cheese,
Like mice in hurry, like lizard in pain,
Sauces from sun will be taken to love,
Right I feel for you, it’s just like back in those days,
Like pine and cherry in orchard plain,
Can we go blind? And eat all we want? Pizzas and cakes, with honey and cereal, within toppings of
cherries and berries insane,
On that big moon, I’m taking you there, for all these times,
We’ve been waiting for it.
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