Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Not a Love poem

You’ve grown older, older than I had expected
You to be… how wretched you look, how
Handsome you talk! Meet me at the old junction
Sometime, I promise I’ll behave. Weren’t we sixteen
Together? Do you dig into time, often? I do.
I would
Tell you how much I missed you.
No, I promised
I would behave. I would probably drive you down to
A crowded coffee house and we’ll sit softly amidst
Modern Love. You can talk books, Rumi if you prefer?
I would read him one of these days, I would say.
We would stay as long as the coffee in the cup; we’re
Older now, we know that works. I would drive you back
To where you were picked, and we would shake hands to
Seal the monotony of an evening that we don’t want anymore.
I promised I would behave…


Now Playing::Aakhon se jo utri hai........Asha

6 comments:

jananisster said...

LOVE THIS BUSINESS OF ABSTRACTION :))))

Deepika said...

oh how it reminds me of that line, "mohabbaton ka ajab karobaar hum ne kiya"! (kisike waade pe kyun aetbaar humne kiya ~ Asha)

Anonymous said...

Fucking shit

Anonymous said...

today I realise, its my shit. :(

Anonymous said...

no wait...I'm shit...forgive me! "I stink, you smell"

Anonymous said...

wait...wait...I salute you for making such great verses of the fart/shit that I am. I can't hide my face that salutes because both the face and the hands that salute are what I am (or parts of me), i.e. shit.