We choose the quaint old coffee shop down the street;
Hoping that the faded paint on the walls;
The soft background of Kishore Kumar songs;
The aroma of freshly prepared coffee;
Wafting from the kitchens;
Will re-ignite the old embers of our relationship.
The old world feel has a magic of its own.
We sit across each other;
Arms not folded across;
Yet amidst so many barriers;
We look at each other deeply;
Trying to find the people whom we fell in love with.
You look at me with questions;
Every time you blink,
You silently ask, “When did we lose the plot?”
And I only have one answer;
It is just that I got too comfortable with your absence.
I clasped our memories in a fist;
Fearing that they will get lost;
But the passing time loosened my fist;
And our memories continued to slip;
It was a time of epiphany;
I realised I could love you the best when you are not around;
Our distance built a wall between us;
One brick at a time;
And now we sit in this coffee shop;
Hoping its walls break down our walls.