Our
comfortable chestnut coloured couch,
A three seater,
TV, reading, siesta,
Threads askew from
stitching our wounds,
A wobbly leg supported
by a cardboard cut-out,
Cushions flattened by
the weight of our memories,
Chafed skin reflected
its devotion,
Few scars hidden
like pencils in the folds,
Still,
It refused to crumble,
Just like us.
A Computer Science Engineer with a MiM from Imperial, Mehak ran a couple of profitable start-ups, before committing herself to becoming full-time writer, a year ago. Her poems have been published in The Woman Inc, The Madras courier, The woman who roar and Muse. She is working on her first poetry collection. Find her on Instagram @poetic_quill.