And in the folds of her .....

lost n lonely, coz you' re the only.one that knows me and i can' t be without you...

And in the folds of her dupatta,
there are secrets,lies, and tears
ike a lump of broken planets,...
She collects all pieces,
and holds them like those layers in her,
Perhaps i wish to break down too,
But am i not already broken?
Perhaps I wish to be gathered
But can i lie there ?
let me too lie as a crease,
like the stain you try to hide,
or knead me like a thread,
stitch me along your skin?
the way you carry it with a grace,
all my nightsl shimmer with your days.