Laugh , cry, sorrows all vanishes some day, what remains is memories, the moments we live.
The memories of first love, proposals, dating. Remember, when was your first date. How perfect you wanted everything to be and how crazy you were for this. Let’s see.
Good old days
They stare at my youthness
I spend the entire spring
Stockpilling the courage to tell
How badly I wanted him to be mine.
That his weird laugh doesn’t matter,
His staying with another flower
Never blow me off.
I want to tell him
It’s okay, its okay if his
Chewing gum won’t bubble up
If the noodles fell again inside his shirt
The wine stains are making house in it.
They are okay
I won’t laugh.
I just smile hard with flattened teeth.
I hate coffee and he loves it.
And, I think he likes his coffee black.
So, I won’t mind even having one or two.
And, before seeing him
At our favorite place – the bookstore.
I played this game of changing-unchanging clothes
atleast fifteen times.
And, my hairs, they should be waving.
He doesn’t like my hairs tied.
I want to tell him all at once,
I am going to tell him, today
That at our meeting.
The sky will wear it’s favorite denim.
The universe will recite Shakespearen Sonnets
Niccolo from heaven will play violin for us.
And, my metaphorical letters will be drowned in fragrance
With a thought, “He will love them”
But what if he sneezed,
I still won’t laugh.
I will just smile hard with flattened teeth.