Happy Few Years

after the bottles have been emptied of their magic
and the ashtrays are free from smouldering excuses,
when the sun goes down between the ice
and old bedsheets get replaced by lighter colours,

after the music has stopped and the band has left,
and the high heels have been pulled off,

when the world surrounds me and asks for attention,
I look around and wonder,

Where are you? 

3pm to 3am

broken hearts don't need time.
distractions are, in their very essence, temporary.

the show must go on they say,
but even the sun only stays hidden until dawn.

red shirts flutter in the wind;
there is a breeze, chilly enough to make you remember,
but too cold to keep you warm with memories.

we have wiped out entire cities off the map
just to keep our hearts safe.

and we shall continue the fight the war
against time.

let us become better people
because only what is good can be better.

let us drive towards the horizon
because all roads lead to home.

smile and the world asks you why you're smiling

smoky laser and disco lit evenings
turn into foggy dark nights,
when the street lights mist over
and the tea turns cold in instants.

you lead and i follow
on this road to nowhere.
we both know
that two wrong turns
don't make a right.

but two right turns
and we find ourselves
in a whole new world.

like bandini dupattas that dry in the desert winds
waiting to be wrapped and delivered,
my hands are tied.
and my heart has died.
a hundred times over.