After we talked for long on
Your terrace- last day of Delhi.
The half-beer against the
Full meal got to my head.
I didn't gather myself to
Tell it to your to your face,
So I sent you an SMS,
Can I Hug You..?
You didn't say anything.
Made excuses to sneak
Down the stairs.
Aloof, dejected..listening to
'No Surprises' I spread
Myself on the terrace,
Cursing the shooting stars
That aren't in my fate.
A sudden brush of hair on
My face and the warmth
Of your lips on my cheek,
And as you rushed back
Down the stairs-
The sudden blues in the sky,
A bloom of roses and it played-
'What a wonderful world'.