Plastic cups and intimate talks

 

 Plastic cups and intimate talks,

Walking strangers with their loves,

Toothy smiles and extreme emotions,

Drinking beers in those plastic cups,

Sitting on table, I witnessed it all

Trying hard not to sob,

Swelling emotions within my heart.

Chaotic heart and mushy mush

Combined to create a browny slush,

Time went on and I tried to move on, 

Failing in the task for too long,

Now I was stranded here and alone.

Ring of the bell on the café's door,

Striking strong despite music turned on,

I paid up the bill and 

Tried to saunter a bit and stroll,

Stranded in this part of suburb.

The date who had brought me here,

Had left early, I do not recall,

He had complained about my reveries later on,

I remember watching those couples from window,

The next I was brought back by the bell going off.

What happened I don't remember,

I just wonder, were you too present with me there?

Cause I can still see your Levi's,

Bright blue like the clear sky,

Still I can smell your smell,

Like misty clouds on a windy sky,

I still remember your lengthened stays,

And still won't accept your parting ways.

Maybe I am lost amidst my own day dreams, 

but your memories taste like my favourite ice cream.

Cooling and moistening my parched up mouth,

As tenant upon my deserted mind.

Half dizzy with my hurt and pain,

I stumbled downtown feeling emotions in vain,

Snow turned a muddy mess,

Those jackets clutched tightly around my dress.

Plastic cups and intimate talks,

I was witnessing our vigour,

Neon signs and beer glass,

We were sitting on the kerb that summer dark night.

The pub was too much to embrace,

We wished for our personal space,

Minty breathe and goofy grins,

Jazzy music and Salsa spins,

Moonlit sky and neon lightings,

"Don't stay alone", said the sign within.

Alas,

I was standing there again,

Facing a frozen kerb and tilted screen,

Empty packets and cigarette stubs,

Scattered there instead of plastic cups.

Plastic cups and intimate talks,

I wish we were not just casuals.

- Raj Nandani

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