Oh! And on one spring sunday afternoon,
when the sun rays; so warm yet so cool
would be dancing carelessly on your strong hands.
That same hand; so tired with all the hardwork you do to fit in, would be holding a cup and some old memories
as you'd be sipping some tea with nostalgia and biscuits.
A serene smile on your face.
That smile which you never let out to the world; but one I know exists, I just know being a fellow philosopher.
And then, just then, with your deep thoughts and contemplations on life
and truth
I'll cross your mind and cause a smile.
That sweet one, that mischievous one; which you roam around with plastered in every conversation,
making it so hard to see your true reflection.
But it would soon leave, and turn into that bittersweet smile.
The one I love and hate, the one I never saw on your face; the one that us poets hold.
And that for me would be all I ever want, love.
For you to wonder what I've finally left

- Nidhi