I

I listen to a song unsung, unheeded, and rejoice at the sweetest feeling that I will ever feel.

I am at a place far flung and remote

Yet I am at a place where I belong.

You are there where you are suppose to be

A thousand miles with thousand barren lands in between

Yet I know you think I think of those complexities of a man that could ever be.

I long to hear our songs the ones we would shriek with our rotten voices over the barsaati, through the phone, and the echo that pervades every nook and cranes of that labyrinth that we once found comfort in…our home.

It was neither yours nor mine

Yet it was Ours           

Ours forever,

Ours of You and I

Ours of Us

Us of You and I.

Remember that anger and tears

I do. They keep my heart beating, blazing, burning with the lies of yesterday.

You change I stay the same

You exchange I unchanged

Never too tired to give up

Never too strong to move on.

You are perhaps with number infinite

I +1 remembering you -1 remembering you

I infinitely remembering you

I basked in the stored sunlight of the past

I glow with the light of the heated past

Disillusionment is obstinate

Tranquility is obsolete

I jumble myself with the words in O

I wait I will.

You’ll flit you are suppose to

We will meet regularly telepathically (your words)

generously in our dreams

In flesh it will take a while

12 month

10 years perhaps 20

Or Never.