That tomorrow we left behind

'Let's speak tomorrow', he said.

I muted the words in my head.

Tomorrow came and tomorrow went.

Muted thoughts, now tired and spent,

wonder endlessly if we ever would find.

that tomorrow he spoke of.....

(That tomorrow we left behind) ???

Friday Love

 

Her lips spell the music, she is smiling to the beat.

She looks like the kinda girl, who plays songs on repeat.

Her car draws by my side. The traffic signal turns red.

She sits with her eyes closed, rocking and nodding her head.

She smiles and she whistles, her hair dancing on her cheek.

She is a loud Friday cheer at the end of my vapid week.

Soon my heart is tap-tapping, cooking up a mushy dream.

She slowly opens her eyes just when the signal turns green.

I drive on. She turns right. I was driving in the wrong lane.

I will search for her face, when the signal goes red again.

Hold on dear heart....till the signal glows red again. 

If Ever

 

White Shirt

 

I pulled out a white shirt today,

from my cupboard’s bedrock.

Slightly wrinkled cotton,

with flowers on the smock.

It’s fragrant with memories,

a kerchief in the pocket.

It stings behind the eyelids,

and I am not able to block it.

 

I smell a rainy evening,

spent barefoot on the grass,

With a tepid tea in hand,

and a hazy, wet eyeglass.

I sit wearing the white shirt,

listening for your stead,

The loss of your embrace,

whispers on my neck.

It haunts of whys and what-ifs,

what should be and could be.

It smells of washed-out dreams,

the fragrance of you and me.