Do you still love me the way you did?
Can you still see the stars in my eyes?
When you see the night and the moon
does it still remind you of me?
When you come across a happy news
am I still the first person you feel like sharing?
When you walk along the shores of Madras
do you still write our names on the sand?
When you take the bus to reach home
does the lonely handrails expect our hands?
When you hesitantly take the suburban train
do you peek out of the window seeking me?
When you pick your noodles-like-earphones
does it still long to hear my voice?
When you order tandoori
do you still feel like getting extra kuboos?
When you are lost in the crowded malls
does your hand wish to be interlocked with mine?
Every morning, when you choose your outfit
do you still desire it to twin with mine?
Does the messy album in your phone
still pop-up our photo?
Does the early morning breeze
still call out my name?
- Lohithaksha
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Senseless scribbles
ŞiirA collection of my micro tales, short conversations, poems, random thoughts and yes my senseless scribbles.
