Haze

Lights are dimmed. Spot’s on you. My heart is drowned out by the applause of the crowd. How could there be someone beautiful as you? You tick off all the boxes. But my list can never be a claim to ownership.

This is your world. You and the crowd. But somehow, you have never succumbed to the limelight. I watched you comb through people who grab you by hand for a photo, or a hug, a quick huddle – or you! I smiled at the thought that I have never had a photo with you. That was a conscious decision – to never ask. Maybe I am prideful. But I want moments with you to be a haze – gone when the hall has emptied. And they have been. Every time.

Finally, you approach me with a hearty laugh. About what, I don’t know. We have content ourselves with laughing and starting conversations in the middle of a story until someone grabs you again – for a photo, a hug, a quick huddle –  for you! 

My moments with you are always without conclusion. And the same goes for how I feel about you – at a halt until I see you again. You with the lights on, me in the crowd.

Crumb Chronicles

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I watch you pick the crumb that fell off your plate

I’ve never been here except in my dreams

Your words rumble through my ears

As you talk of bone marrows and cartilages

And how in many ways the human body is a microcosm of the world

While my mind slides through the events that led to this

This  déjà vu

I  don’t want to blink

afraid that in a second

The crumbs would fall back to the table

And you, back in my dreams

Back when your face was a haze

And our conversations bogus,

(always happening only in my mind)

Back when you were dining with Queens

And I,

that crumb