COFFEE HOUSE,

HOT PAKORAS AND EXPRESSO,

YOU AND ME,

EYES ON EYES,

HAND ON HAND.

YOU SAID--'WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING,

BUT NOT NOW.....!!'

I WONDERED -'WHAT IT CAN BE.....!'

OUTSIDE,

THE SEASON  HAD PAINTED

THE GULMOHUR'S RED.

THE SPRING IN THE AIR

BROUGHT  UNKNOWN CHEERS,

HAND IN HAND,

EYE TO EYE...

IN THE TRAM,

AT HOURS OF COWDUST,

SIDE BY SIDE

AND PALLU OF YOUR YELLOW SAREE 

OCCASIONALLY FLOWING OVER

MY FACE,

I COULD SMELL JASMINE

IN YOUR BLACK FLOWING HAIR.

I WONDERED-WHAT IT COULD BE....?

YOU WERE LOOKING

AT FAR HORIZON,

RETURNING SUNLIGHT WAS ON YOUR FACE,

BUT I COULD NOT DIP INTO

YOUR THOUGHTS.

I WONDER EVEN NOW....!!

BEFORE I GROW TOO OLD,

AND  I CLOSE MY EYES FOREVER,

BEFORE MY EARS

CAN HEAR NO LONGER,

I WANT TO  HEAR,TRINA,

WHAT I COULD NOT...