A glimpse into each other’s eyes
Dissolves years of painful aloofness
Your rubicund visage is a reflection
Of the red cracks in my unslept eye
While your blue eyes echo my plight
These cloud clad skies are eager
To burst their filled clouds into brown
The muddy bosom of serene ground.
Your brow is wet despite the umbrella
While I remain parched beside you
Our sighs meet but fail to mingle
The clouds chose to pour partially today
Half empty and half full to the thirst
While I stand in my wonted open sky
Your red umbrella is open below a shelter.
Delhi
2088
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