16th April

We’re not lovers a’more, nor are we acquaintances…

The rose, once red, now discolored and an obscure mark in the yellow pages,

Dust it and blow it away in the wind when the wind will be of winter or late summer.

The emptiness, stretching over on my bed, will be looking for you–

always or may be for the time…

If we catch up with each other in the crowd,

Just halt to shake hands and ask…nothing…by lips, but, let eyes speak…

(Or) we can just steal a smile, if not, a glance;

If he asks you, or she asks me, then we can (and will) come up with s’thing…

If the past comes up in a random conversation or while making love,

Then pass it on as a mistake; a mistake that was innocent at the core of heart…

The dreams that we had weave together are now meaningless…

The promises made are now nothing just documentation of a love, happened once

We’re not lovers a’more, nor are we acquaintances…

But, the heart of mine still seeks a chance encounter to rewrite our story of love…

Even after all this time…a year…even after you have become now of s’one…

We’re not lovers a’more, nor are we acquaintances…


The poem is inspired by the song “Maana Ke Hum…” from the upcoming Bollywood movie “Meri Pyaari Bindu “.

The featured image was her favorite. 


National Poetry Writing Month Day#16: In the Form of a Letter to a Person, Place or Thing or in the Form of a Back-and-Forth correspondence.

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