You know you have known someone long enough,when the sight of their apartment watchman's children giggling feels like a growing up of a kind.
When the paan stains on the elevator door and vandalized walls grow on you like your old nightshirt.
And the family maid,a constant smiles at you,remarking at your state of health by the smile on your face.
You know you've known someone long enough,when you seek solace their presence just as the smell of yellowing pages of a novel.
Grows on you like a placid kind of reassurance,relief..contentment?
The worn down street like a map in your mind.
Where you linger afterdusk,out to fill it with your echoing laughter.
You know you have a keeper.
When the paan stains on the elevator door and vandalized walls grow on you like your old nightshirt.
And the family maid,a constant smiles at you,remarking at your state of health by the smile on your face.
You know you've known someone long enough,when you seek solace their presence just as the smell of yellowing pages of a novel.
Grows on you like a placid kind of reassurance,relief..contentment?
The worn down street like a map in your mind.
Where you linger afterdusk,out to fill it with your echoing laughter.
You know you have a keeper.
No comments:
Post a Comment