I had loved you for a brief while,
in a city that was neither yours nor mine.
I had loved you in bright evenings and
dull days on dusty streets-
when we stood and stared at the jostling crowd
that would never be us.
I had loved you over iced lollies and cups of tea,
stolen kisses and crowded buses
and words that made sense if only
the world stood still.
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Thousands of miles away from the city we had called ours,
we walk in the crowd today, in conjugal harmony,
while somewhere some versions of us vow to never drag their love
into the annals of a daily symphony.
On us the joke is lost.
For the moment has passed
and I don’t love you anymore.
Happy New Year, Shuchismita. I probably did not pay much attention to the beginning of your poem, when I read the ending, I said what? I had to read it again to see the beginning. I realized then, I should have expected it. Nice poem.
All the best to you in 2017. Ranu. 🙂
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Hey thanks 🙂 happy 2017 to you too 🙂
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