Tomorrow again...

The spiral staircase that leads to the terrace
is the distance I cover every day to meet you
Even when the planes drop bombs and the smoke fills the air
I can see you across the road flying your kite, the one that waves its long tail at me
You promised to teach me to make one when we meet by the lake behind the park

The park, they told me, is grey and dry, the lake smells of blood and urine
Do u remember what day it was when we first kissed under the mahagony tree?
They must have burnt it down by now
But a new one would grow there, i am told, the one that would bear purple flowers
You promised to make a wreath for me when we meet by the lake behind the park

The letters that I couldn't send u are tucked in my diary, hidden under the staircase
When they come to get me, I will tell the slightly kinder one to bury it in the park
When the new comes and the old is gone,
someone will find it and give it to you
You promised to weave a story out of it when we meet by the lake behind the park

White noise, empty room

You, you and you, I want you all to find your bottle of favourite whiskey and down it with your sorrows and miseries to become tipsily happy or happily tipsy.

I want you all to find your door to escape pain, while I stay back in the room, arranging on the wooden racks all those spasms and pangs you have left behind.

You, especially you, I want you to take giant strides toward your new life, where a warm hug could heal all those wounds I have inflicted on you.

And also you, who did not find peace with me, I want you to smile from ear to ear when you take a picture with your newfound joy.

O, and you, you should be able to see new places, write new stories and dance merrily on a Saturday night, just like you had always wanted to.

All of you, I will lock the door, once u leave and make sure nothing gets out.
The cats and elephants would stay with me, till I die.