Sunday, 21 November 2010

Sunday Afternoon Coffee, With You

I miss you my love
And all we were sure to be

I can't stop reliving
Rerelishing, redrowning

I stare at the strangers around me
Drinking their coffee

My eyes and my heart
Filled with anguish

Silently screaming
Until they edge away, puzzled

Unsettled by the nameless pain
That rips out of my skin

Writhing in the agony of maybe
Every time I think of you.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hoping Hindi is read:

ये दिल बड़ा ही चंचल है
न जाने कब होगा खुश
कभी अचानक से ग़म
इन उन्देखी जख्मोकों में हम किस मरहम भरे
उनकी जख्मों को हम कैसे संभाले

Anonymous said...

dil hai ki maanta nahi ....

\/ said...

Past: I have been, I will be.

Present: You were, how could you still be. you left me, betrayed me.

Past: No my love, have patience. Today will gradually recede and tomorrow you will again be mine.

Present: why do I miss you ? Let go me.

Past: My love, I cannot come back. But I want you to hope, for the sake of the time we spend, together. Let me dissolve now. I ask you, let go me. I will be there, waiting for you.

And btw, I will be called future.