the crazy me
went on to weave
an unrealistic dream
spun out of the void
that very day crossed
my mind today
the day i waited for you
near those blue houses
by the narrow lanes
and then you would
come out of nowhere
we would hold hands
the warmth that
lingered even when
i went to sleep
dreaming of you
in my dreams too
the steep steps of the jhalra
would scare me off
you held me tight
close by your side
felt our oneness
in that moment
today it rained again
like that very day
we had no umbrella
waiting under a
drooping tree for
the rain to stop
silly me, didn't understand
that was our last day
together
i still dream of you
still weaving dreams
of you in my dream
the blue houses still
stand there
many of them have
lost their colors
people aspired to new hues
that blue has turned old
silly me, still pass a glance
whenever I cross
by those lanes of
diminishing blue houses
lest you stand there
waiting for me
incase
i lose taking note of...
By Nandini Sengupta
@metaphors_of_life