Maybe (Mumbai, July 2016)

Maybe, just maybe, love is not a forever thing
you know?
Maybe it is just an evening spent
taking crowded trains to unknown stations
figuring announcements in foreign languages
and wandering walks through delapidated
bylanes full of squishy muck and cow odours
eating strange food in strange cafes petting strange cats
witnessing strangers' birthday celebrations
looking for reflections in murky waters
contemplating violent deaths and starring in porn movies
sticking heads out of cabs which would be
so much more fun if they were speeding but
you do it anyway
and one of us falling asleep on the other's shoulder while
we pass the world by...
Maybe, just maybe, this is what love really is.


Pic courtesy: Shihab Karim