Years later I will remember your name
And all the sweet things
And wonder what could have changed
Between two strangers

Golden light fills the sky
Gentle breeze embraces me
Warm sand kneads my feet.
A soft gurgle escapes
When the waves tug the shore playfully.
Time has paused at this perfect moment
Or Is it my heart pacing as fast as time
Creating a perfect illusion?
I look at your lit face,
Eyes wide above that sunken nose
Brown hair reflecting the golden hue
The soft brush of your hands against mine
Jitters emanating from our bodies
I look into your eyes
shoving the muddles from my head
I lean closer
My lips brushing against yours
Our first kiss
Etched by the golden sun
The gentle breeze
In the Eternal truth

Rustling by the window
“Is that a cat?” I ask
“No”, it says
“Why?” I ask
“It doesn’t mew”, it says.

Rustling by the window
“Is that a dry leaf?” I ask
“No” It says
“Why?” I ask
“It isn’t autumn” it says
          
Rustling by the window
“Is that a ghost?” I ask
“Yes” it says
“Why?” I ask
“It says yes.”

I remember the first meeting
With this strange feeling
It felt like waking up from a slumber,
Gazing with confusion at your room
Except the room was my heart.
It wasn't even a different day
The heels clicking down the corridors,
The quick banging of doors
And the click of the locks
Had the same echoes.
My roommate looked the same
Glasses perched on her nose
The thin pony rocking to her tune
Tiny dark hairs above her lips
The visit to salon was still a long way.
Yet as I gazed at her
The strange feeling took new forms.
Memories of past four months
Walked through my thoughts.
I had a surprising conviction
That I could do anything for her.
My heart smiled in gratitude
For the fortune that came my way
The fortune of knowing her,
Sharing few years of our lives.
That was all I wanted and
The realization astonished me.
I stood flabbergasted at
The love that unravelled.

Trudging through the seconds
With my shoulders slumped,
I leave footprints behind
For the rampant wind
To consume all traces.

I see faces
Some in despair
Some in exasperation
Faces Like mine
Scrunching into the distant
For something other than sand

Had I closed my eyes
And straightened the frown
I'd have seen shimmering stars
Stretching to infinity,
The glowing moon
And its concave smile,
Fierce orange and serene blue
etching the legacy of hope
Into all the lost souls.

They are waiting.
Maybe I will.

Walked under her roof many a times
And stopped at the same spot every time,
Maybe for a second or an hour
But stopped, I have
Pulled by its shapes and colors.
The triangles with skewed angles;
The square that was but for the incline;
The Pentagon with a corner amidst its edge
But mistake it not for a hexagon.
It was all in the spot.
The black and the white
The light and its lack
Or was it the other way?
They bend and curve
And twist and slide
An intricate game they play
You'll be privy if lucky.
It was all in the spot.
Here's a secret,
No spilling it.
Look past the dazing whites
And listen with ears up.
You can hear the muffled howls
Or the percipient giggles,
See the contorted faces
Or the grins short of grimaces.
As the keen pairs of eyes from all the years
Stare deep into you, do not flee.
For it is all in the spot,
The spots on the roof
The spot on the floor.