Hello, my dear old friend.
I hope we can go back to how it began.
Beyond the screens, the chimneys & the steam.
Before the gourmet, buffets & ice cream.
Beyond the clouds of smoke & the slavery of nine to five
To a place where the only worry is that play ground with the bee hive.
Over the rainbows & behind the moon.
Over the Saturn rings to a place with no laters & soons.
Where you are dressed as summer in monsoon.
With your eyes of intoxication, nose of a snow top & lips of cheesecake
Your thighs of butter, torso of silk & expressions of love that give my mind an earthquake
Remember that time when I sang that song to you?
Craved my heart open & told you I love you?
When the daisies were blooming & the blankets were ripped off the bed
Reminiscing of a sleepless night that was had
The plate is still set on the table;
the candle is still bright, like a light saber
Off the cusps of the destruction of the afternoon
With wrecked tables, chairs & bloom.
Beyond that time; my summer wine.
My escape from the world; my rhythm divine.
My bloom to the blues, my sunshine, my muse.
Do you remember? Do you remember today?
Maybe not, I’ll tell you another day.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 