she gathered a smile
so beautifully,
so absorbingly,
so effortlessly, painted;
like the modern Monalisa
reinvented.
And for a blooming while-
I felt time suffocating
on my laps;
Whilst my hopes
of us
ran down the slopes
of lust
and burst
into a dawning flame
again-
like the first
time
my lips, hugged
hers.

We paced through love, so quickly!
And now, my lips can’t believe the end
Is here already.
We vowed to be turtle doves- to empty
Each one’s heart into the other’s and to blend
For years in plenty.

Maybe, it was me.
Maybe, it was you,
Or better still, the both of us;
Maybe we all failed to envision
Life’s unmasked reality.
That love grows and fades,
Like music played all over again.
That change is a distant traveller,
With no definite destination
and home to call its home.
That love and change are sisters,
And we were just their make-up for the day.

Sometimes I wish
I foresaw this mess,
Then, I would’ve bought a cheaper dress
And stayed home after all,
Than sit by this roadside tormented in the cold,
Awaiting your unexpected call.