I have you.

There has been a poem lurking deep inside me;

Waiting to out into the world.

But somehow my fragile heart

Made me swallow them words back.

But today I made a choice to speak;

To write as I please without a care

Of who, what, where.

After all my words are all I got my dear.

After three years and seven days,

I am back to the city;

To our city

And to you.

After three years and seven days,

I breathed the smell of you again:

In the smell of the rotting garbage

Waiting to be picked by rotting hands;

In the fragrance of the whore houses

Waiting to be explored by equally fragrant men;

In the rubbles of cement

That promise to build a world which will never come to pass.

After three years and seven days,

I walked with you hand in hand again:

On the roads near the coffee shop

In which we first met;

Where you told me my eyes were a dream

You wished to keep dreaming till the end of days;

On the road near the shady bar

Where you first held me like a child;

On the road near the graveyard

Where we went to visit your mother’s grave

And you told me stories you had told none.

After three years and seven days,

I saw you again:

In the slow chaos of the trams

Which waddled on like disoriented schoolboys in the morn;

In the vastness of the ocean

Which reminded me of the unsolved mystery of you;

In the smiles of the street kids

Which was as pure as the day I said yes.

After three years and seven days,

I tasted you again:

In the tea of the hawker

You enjoyed so much because you said it was plain honest;

In the fudge brownie of a certain place

Which you said would change my perspective on chocolate forever;

In the smoke of the cigarette

Which I held the day you left and held on to ever since.

After three years and seven days,

I am back to the city;

To our city

And to you.

And all I feel is you.

This city is my shrine

And you are my God.

My pilgrimage will be paid

In intervals of three years and seven days.

Ask me not why that exact period.

All I know is- I had to say it and I did

And now,

I have you.

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Author: radhikamukherji

I am a simple girl with my finger in a lot of pies. A student of literature, I am also a guitarist and vocalist. I love travelling and my dream is to backpack across the world. Connecting with people from all walks of life is my primary hobby; others include painting (expressionism), adventure sports, dancing, writing and procrastinating. I wish to share the way I see the world with you folks. Hope you get something out of it. Cheers :)

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