If Memories Could Write
If Memories Could Write
The first memory would come packed
In an envelope scented
With the perfume you used
At our first date
The smell of yearning
Of roses and love
The softness you had
Of a girl sitting cross-legged
On the other side of
The cozy couples
Hiding her face behind a hardcover
Held upside down
Reconsidering my decision to come here
One eye fixed at the gate
Another at the waiter
Wishing one of your lovers
To unite with you
Tea or me.
My memory would tell me to wait
[as if I could]
And let you finish your tea
For you were leaving the cafe
And my story.
The second memory would come splashing
With raindrops and cold winds
Inside a paper boat that felt
Your touch
Before me
The silver end of your dupatta
Fussing with the flowing water
About the beauty of a rainbow
Sitting beside me
The left side of her face red with cold
With love
And the subtle happiness flowing down
Lips stretching to the wide ends
To break the barriers of distances and silences
Of the darkness and let it consume
All the colors at the place
And revolve around you
While you slide the boat towards me.
My memory would tell me to leave
[as if it was possible]
And let the dark doubts engulf you
For the boat would soon be destroyed
The message inside would never reach me.
The third memory would come inside
The dress and flowers I gifted you
On the night we decided to take our love
To a level of transparency
At the crumpled bed sheets
Every wrinkled part
Telling a tale of that night
With every minute that passed
A breath fell short and silences were broken
When your heart accepted my trust and soul
To live within you for the time unknown
Your eyes observing the beads
Of sweat and love on my face
And as you smile
Lips curving again
This time with the airs of satisfaction
Of trust and consent
And as I kiss them, they speak of us.
My memory would tell me to return
[and become a heartbreaker]
For five missed calls later
You would never call me again.
The fourth memory would meet me
Inside the 9:25 local
Screeching and pulling me back
To never enter
For you were sitting there
In the same scent of the first date
The smell of distrust
Of falls and dark nights
Of a girl sitting cross-legged
At the corner
Hiding her face behind the same hardcover
While I never reconsider my decision
Of choosing you
Hairband sliding through the right hand
While you blow a single strand
Of your hair
Making awkward eye moments
Listening to Arijit's and Armaan's
Waiting for me.
My memory would tell me to come a little early
[only if I knew]
And take you back
For the explosion at 9:30
Would shatter two things to pieces
Your body
My heart.