Delhi coffee shop

In another daylight

The chair across from me would be occupied 

Intermitted rain barrels through as a 

Warning sing that heavens change 

While the radio silence at my table

Reminds me that people do too.

There were more  weddings rings

than cup of coffee in our posse.

And still I went out and talked up a storm 

Talked so much I brought  the hurricane 

As if drowning in a desert is somehow 

Less fetal to the terminal heart.

There’s a young couple waiting for a table, 

boy holding red rose in one hand

And girl lost in whitenoise of thoughts, 

I stand up, they say “no rush”

I tell them the same.

       

                                         -S.Dhar