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| Would I resurface, and see the sun again? My muse smiles her crooked smile! |
You and I
If we meet someday
How will we calm
our shy heartbeats?
I think we'll just pass poems
written on napkins to each other..
Steal a few shy glances,
Sip the now-turned-cold coffee,
And walk away
Reminiscing the paths we didn’t take
While we could...
Back home -
You’ll write a poem
On some random page of diary
That I gifted you
on your twentieth birthday
Packed without the red rose and a love letter
that I so, so much wanted to keep
(Though, never did so, someway)
About how we ended up being mere footnotes
While we could have made a whole history
And slowly, silently close the diary-
your own heart crushed between pages
Where you just left the pen as bookmark!
And back home-
With a broad smile on my face
I'll write a story of how
I met an immaculate girl on one of my high school grades
And how our eyes talked for the first time,
The first time I saw your teeth
behind bars of those imperfectly-curled lips
The sharing of glitzy smile
Those extra-chocolates you gave me on your birthday,
so hurried that someone might see and tease
The sharing of glitzy smile
Those extra-chocolates you gave me on your birthday,
so hurried that someone might see and tease
Times you signaled answers on my viva tests
And got yourself rebuked
Of how we were like the adjacent stars-
Everyone saw us together,
But only did we know the millions of light year separating us
away
of how LIFE happened in between, and
LOVE slipped through our unconfessed words.
I'll write the masterpiece of all my stories
The love story of two fireflies
who never met at the crisscross to walk together
That day,
My muse shall smile your crooked smile!
That day,
My muse shall smile your crooked smile!