These goddamn crows
won’t stop crowing
I don’t blame them
A weather like this
can make anyone’s heart grow restless
As we settle down
into our cushioned bamboo chairs
This view with you
and a steaming hot
cup of chai
seems to make
the idea of existing
in this world
bearable
The five different shades of this sky
and this hurtful orange hue
seeping into the
abyss of my heart
A ball point pen
and me underlining
in a new book
You don’t approve
You writing notes
and your random gazes in my direction
This balcony
the sun
setting over the buildings
overlooking people’s noisy kids running
around the garden
This easeful hour
tempts me
to rest my head
on your shoulder
but a phone’s screen
can’t do that yet
Damini narkhede 