Aazadi

When the dark fleet footed clouds

Settle above me

Into pink candy floss

Like the plump face 

Of my Mongolian muse 

From a folk tale 

I quiver as they thunder 

I rush outside 

Take the shorter alley 

Before I reach the bell

On my toes 

I hear their voices in unison 

Floating in mildly wet echoes 

I see them on rooftop 

I scream loud 

It teems down

And there was us

Happy and bare

It all belonged here

Every drop inside us

We got back up plans

If it stopped early

We will roll in the mud 

Won't brush 

No school tug

Memory

While collecting the fragments of a foggy afternoon

She heard of an errand stated 

A twinkle in her eyes, she rose quick with her heart elated. 

But her smile dropped 

Before it reached it's corners 

She sank in the irreversible 

Leaning back on the chair 

She almost said a word

They almost heard

She would run for it, 

Everyone thought. 

She almost forgot. 

They didn't work there anymore.

It had been few days after all.

How could she ?

She can't run for that errand anymore 

She wouldn't wait outside 

that facade anymore, 

The caffeine maladé no more.

It has been few days after all 

From behind those rheumy eyes

A few days felt like an age

This winter is different 

The freezing waves outside, 

Seem settled like a sorbet.

Outside that station

Where they often forgot time

And felt nothing but their 

Frosty cherry red noses

And suede bags 

Against each other 

His fragile fingers 

Couldn't hold their hearts together 

It has been a few days 

She takes the steps, 

Alone. 

In anticipation, 

of Bloody Mary 

And a writing Djinn