UNENTANGLED

 

Perhaps, you can't hear

What these evenings convey,

Along the dimly lit streets

With the gloomy sunset.

I can see the memories

Of you and of me,

Laughing down the dark lanes

Yet bright with glee.

Your grumbles, our gossips

Your tears, our laughs,

Mingling in the sweet smell

Of the steaming coffee cups.

The long strides along 

The banks of the river,

Made me fall for you

Deeper and deeper.

Your beautiful shining smile

That made my day,

Your peaceful calm voice

Said all I could say.

The stones we threw on water

That leaped far like fish,

And sank after few hops

Like a coin of asking wish.

The drizzle that at times

Had drenched us together,

Coloured by the evening snacks

And decorated by the weather.

The lavender ear-rings

And the street lights so calm,

All had perhaps, witnessed

The broken lines of palms.

- Lucifer