You're here

         

                          You're here...

       There are all these little things...you see..
The window pane is blue
 And I have blue mornings these days
But then...you're here
With your head rested on my shoulders,
You ask me to think..
think of the bright yellow sun on a pool of honey
This you do..
Before you rise and open the window for me.


The coffee mug burnt my fingers...
it was too hot...you see
And then...you're here
You sit on that chair,
and your feet rest on my table.
You chuckle and pinch my nose
"You have such little fingers"..you tell me.

Evenings can be really quiet..
Spent here...on the balcony
And here, I see you...
Leaning on that railing
With your neck arched backwards
Your face soaks the dimming hues of the sun
You drink it gluttonously...

The dust of the city
rests on my old albums,
And  here...you pick one out..
Beat the dust on your khaki pants,
And kiss pictures of little me.

Only that you aren't here...
I fix my gaze on the chair
Or that railing
And then you seem to appear.

And I..
I patiently wait to read out,
these lines that I'hve penned.
For when you come,
you'll rest your head on my lap..
My fingers I'll knot in your hair
As you look at me vacantly,
"Tell me" you will demand
"Do you ever think of me?"