Down the street the bakery lies
Sitting by the tea shop I used to gaze,
At you lady buying pineapple pies.
I had a lot to say which I couldn't
Maybe it was meant to be or I was frightened.
It's been more than a year since you left,
There were pies but nothing to gaze.
I saw you at the pâtisserie buying some treats last day,
Never seen you there maybe since last May.
My eyes weren't wet neither in joy nor in sorrow,
Maybe I couldn't feel anymore, I was hollow.
A breezy dusk by the shore, the sun hides
I gazed at your smile as the hair curled down your eyes;
Lighting up a cigarette I waited at the tea shop next,
It was so serene to describe;
Was it a song of kites, A melody of rests?
An anxious soul trembles as the sea roars,
A ton of memories screaming reminiscence ;
I gazed at the smile, as glistening as before.
I was now just a husk which didn't die,
holding nothing but memories
Which I wanted to get faded with time.
Seeing you almost after an year or two
A strange hope? It prevails ;
Almost I started expecting again forgetting how,
I'm allergic to pineapples.