"Mi ángel, esta conmigo siempre"

She said, "Mi ángel, esta conmigo siempre".
And i knew mine never left me! 

All one, all none, all Alone

Alone.
Another day one.
A passing cloud.
Screaming loud.
Do not look
or bite the hook
for everything in the past
will only ever last
as long as you keep
staring at it deep.
So take the turn
forget the burn
chase ahead
and ignore the dead.
Stay on course
to find the source.
And when you're at the end
turn and look for the bend
At which you concluded
that this life of yours included
A struggle to reach
and barriers to breach
And when you're up there
Remember that you did dare
To fight it all as one
as none
All Alone.

Tonight...

Where are you girl?
Fighting for me.
All by yourself, tonight.

Where are you girl?
Holding my hand
Tightly bound wand, tonight.

Where are you girl?
Laughing for me
Our little secrets, tonight.

Where are you girl?
Screaming at me
Your broken half, tonight.

Where are you girl?
Walking away
Hurting yourself, tonight.

Where are you girl?
Smiling at me
In my dreams-lost, tonight.

Cardamom tea!!

A gentle breeze.
Post afternoon pre evening.
I still remember her sunlit face.
Explaining how bad and unjust this world is. How it would cater to the wants of the undeserved. We are having our post afternoon pre evening tea, sitting on my ever so reliable scooter.
I must have skipped my classes that day to be there, with her. I did not mind it. It made more sense to me to be there than in a class, where I would sit and day dream about her. I liked it back then, I was the one making choices.
Me : aunty, yerad cardamom tea!
While waiting for the tea/change I would look at the toffees I could get with the change. I wouldn't buy any. I would slowly walk back to the scooter balancing the cups.
She would do the talking. I'm just lost to the surroundings. She'd speak about her scores, always short of perfection for her. And mine, an achievement more to do with luck than effort. She would tell me about her plans, work and future. I would sit there and wonder about the lack of planning in my life. She was organised, Meticulous and goal oriented. I was just there. Happy to be there with her.
And when it was time to leave, she would say, "Sid stay here till I leave".
We would say our goodbyes and I'd watch her walk away. Our goodbyes lasted only a day, for I knew tomorrow I'd be here again. Tomorrows meant promises and more cardamom tea!
I remember her not-so-funny jokes, her butterfly earrings. Her stupid smile and her sunlit face. 
Little did I know then, that I'd stay and watch her walk away, in a couple of years.
That our tomorrows meant twice as much and goodbyes that lasted years.
And she'd say, "Sid, I love you!"

1:00 AM Departure

Three Women

six pair of eyes

three sets of tears

a mother

a sister

a fiancee

each longing for 

her son

her brother

her sweetheart

Summer.

winds echo in my soul
A soul almost whole
carrying a memory along
and a forgotten song

Should i care to listen
and hum its tune
or rather sing
a different rune

I long for that memory
on the happier timeline
On a summer noon
when u were all mine