DELHI SUMMER
In Midland, you spoke in verses, We exchanged stories at the mezzanine, Of Tulips and Chimneys, and Fearful Symmetries. In Hauz Khas, we leaned in together, Reviving old vows while you Regaled me with tales of mystics and runes. Was it in GK? When we spent countless nights confessing Our love for the void? Sipping cola from large, listless Cups? Or was it in the mountains? Where we spent sleepless nights fretting over fits? Past myths, barriers and ruin, “That’s how it is”, you said And that’s how it has been, But you, I am beginning to suspect Are not here