God's minion Apricot, who cried and rained on our hearts
He sang to me awhile ago, he sang to me of the night.
And fates still intertwine, as they should
As they will; we dare not look.
He still slings his camera on his arm
He still likes to picture us frozen
He says he is having fun,
I doubt his conviction.
If you see him brooding,
Under the stars, aloof and lonely
Tell him he's a star
Not just the director,
His decision, but not his folly.
- Upasana Chandan Sharma.