J's Musings

It is summer again,

And I like mangoes again;

Yet I can’t wait to stand in the rain,

As the water pitter patters on my back-

As the sweat now drips.

It is summer,

And I like mangoes again,

And hopefully you’ll forget a scarf with your scent in my life.

Maybe you can come back to collect it.

Only to forget it again,

Maybe this back and forth can go on;

Until one day you get tired of leaving and returning-

And decide to just stay.

Maybe you’ll never find your scarf-

Because I burned it;

To keep you coming for it.

I ended what was keeping us together,

To keep us together.

So now,

Nothing binds us to each other,

Except your memory of the scarf in my house-

And my memory of the scarf,

Not around your neck,

During the summer I like mangoes again;

And you accept summer forming beads on the nape of your neck again.

By,

Janhavi