I sit here, with options-a-many
but only think of you,
loving souls never go apart but i feel mine partially is missing.
I have come here for many
- some called- for, lamented and lost over block A , u see...
Gloom of Sun like never before,
A sunday without you
and Chai but no 'truck'..
Do you Never miss me by the 'slip of mind' maybe.....
it's not our walks,
neither shoots without pose,
that i miss ...
Neither Noida nor visiting JN
can fill the gap!
It's your Smiling face on my seat next....
It's your worries which vanished like mine, which i'm longing for.......
Coffee home to block A and curse which befell with Cha-B;
It's not the expensive coff-O-high,
but Janpath-chotu chai...
Goodbye still lingers in memories;
at time when i forget that 'story u ended' , is still on from my side!
way above 'love' and 'dreams',
we cherished each other in Artsy--streets!
I write this note dipped in cocoa-strong in hope you smell the aroma of our 'times not so unknown'..
.. i secretly wish to bump into you at a time called Everytime
i visit the place we roamed once
... hand in hand making them jealous
of dreams we see
to reach a place
we call home
to escape
from 'our home'
and on empty chair next to mine ,
i wish incessantly to see your smile at a time called - everytime...
