coffee shop -
the flavour of her voice
in every sip / Gautam
bittersweet the mogras
sold by the schoolgirl / Brijesh
lingering over
the evening rush hour -
summer sun / Raamesh
bleeding from the barbed wire
the coat you wore last winter /Paresh
nothing left behind
except that last
goodbye / Rohini
I step into the morrow
of my dreams / Gautam
from the tulip garden
stolen petals
and kisses / Brijesh
bridal veil the colour
of magic on her lips / Raamesh
with cross stitches
we add a full moon
to the night sky / Paresh
sketched in pen and ink
the group all smiles / Rohini
(Published in Whispers)
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