Sitting by an obscure shanty
Sipping insipid tea,
by the road to the Alma Mater
below a banyan tree.

we used to meet oft and on
subject to jealous eyes,
it was joie de vivre abandon
without a conscious try.
We talked,walked hand in hand
we chalked out our dreams
we saw life in all things bland
and lived life to the brim.

Now we meet after ages
wisened and burdened
with green memories turned biege
which we wish it hadn't.
Passions , love...leave them apart.
Can we talk as friends?
We stand transfixed hit by darts
of the incessant rains.

As we sit opposite
on weathered benches of the shanty,
on our faces are sorrow writ
we will part with joys scanty.

Tags: Relationships, Old flame

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