The smell of incense
hanging sweetly in the air
Our hands folded in prayer
Sideward glances debating
these fables we never
quite agreed upon
The seasons’s first showers
I wished for chai, pakoras and
delightful rainy evenings
winding on and on
your company, a goddess
arriving on a paper boat
It is that time of the year again
Tomorrow has crossed
the hours, decades and stares
from across the railway tracks
And I glance sideways
across the oceans -
fairer faces and taller buildings
Once again,
our childhood - holding on
