For the last time
in forever
i tasted a memory
of us
for the final time
the odd ice-cream flavors
we made over phone calls
and i would get them
straight to your house
the very next afternoon
perhaps you have forgotten
its taste
perhaps you have forgotten
the taste of my lips
with odd tasting ice cream
well nonetheless
i tasted it one last time
and it was intoxicating
more than any wine or *****
it hurt a little too
maybe because i couldn't taste
your lips with it
or touch your cheeks
or call you mine
while i claimed this flavor to be ours
**** 'ours'
nothing is 'ours'
and what the **** was
this word called 'us'
you had me thinking it meant 'infinite'
only the red and black
that you wore that night
has etched itself
in my memory
for infinite
also that smile
that voice
oh and the way you looked
straight in my eyes
and how it was so easy for you to say your byes
perhaps i wasn't black enough
or maybe i wasn't popular
enough to be called a celebrity
or enough
to make you stay
it hurts oh ****
the remnants of that night
in the flavors of almonds
and strawberries
straight from your lips
and in black & white
pictures of you and me
dancing the night away
under dim lights and
bright love
well how sad
this was the last sip of the 32nd flavor
and never again will this be
for there never will be an 'us'
which ever again means **'infinite'
// tum yaad aai...aur tumhaare saath zamaane yaad aai...
laut aao tum...mera har pal jal raha hai
aa bhi jao tum.....tanha hu main yahan //