He trudged towards me
in too big a shoe and tee
he stopped next to my chair
and looked at my tinted hair.
It was in a spur of the moment
my character needed adornment
And with his black beetle eyes
and tiny lips still showing signs
of the meal he had a while ago
he frowned like it’s embargo.
Then with hands on his hips
and a stern look over specs
“Stop playing and go for dinner!”
ordered my four-year-old brother.
Her gaze was as cavern black
so dark I could barely see
past those sockets.
It seemed hollow
cold,
echoing, unforgiving.
Her touch was as cubes of ice
sending bouts of shivers
down to my spine.
Transcending to me
vague,
chilly, and nothing.
Her smile was empty as a cup
that had lost all within
and its hope.
Her lips parted
forced,
small, and unfeeling.
Her heart was as ocean deep
going further than ever
to cherish her love.
Though none knew it,
hidden,
living, and pumping.
I opened my home to you —
Because you had left yours
And evil had made it worse
Reining unspeakable terror
On you, who’d done no error
I opened my home to you—
We are the same, you and I
arms isn’t our way of high
weakened by war this way
revive we shall one day.
If we were having coffee…
I’d tell you I’m in Thekkady
That I’m basking in the lawn
While trying to stifle a yawn
— –
If we were having coffee…
I’d tell you I’ll write about it
Make some posts, take snaps
Even about me taking naps
— –
If we were having coffee…
I’d tell you how great it is
To sip steamy chai, to gaze
and make a hoopla for a thepla
— –
If we were having coffee…
I’d tell you I’m in Thekkady
That I see it’s god’s own country.
Or that I had scheduled this post.
Grew up together,
promised to keep in touch,
grew old touching screens.
