REMINISCENCE

My lips touch the edge of the cup,
To sip the hot coffee.
Basking in the twilight I try to smile,
Buy still don’t feel happy.

The cool breeze tickles my ears
While playing with the hair.
When I turn to embrace it
I realize that I don’t care!

The birds are all home,
I can hear their chirps from the woods.
I walk to my room and open my diary,
To get rid of this mundane mood.

As the nib touches the page
Effortless lines form letters
And they mould words that speak my mind
As if the pen knows me better.

Like when I try to turn off the radio
That plays a song I had once dedicated to you
Why does my hand recede from it,
And I find myself humming the tune?

Like when I try to skip your name
While going through my phone book
Why do I stop there every time,
And wish the phone to ring by a fluke

Like when I try to pull away from you
Push you away from my mind
Why does everything remind me of you?
What is it that doth bind?

Like when I try to walk out on you
Moil to notice someone new
What makes me want to be so loyal?
When I know it hardly matters to you!

Like when I try to convince my heart
That we can’t ever conjoin
Like when I decide to stop writing about you
I end up inditing this poem.