Both: This is a simple story
A: As simple stories begin
S: Ours started with a ‘like’
A: The first day that we spoke
His voice reminded me of
Those dusty dog-eared corners
Of my favourite book.
It seemed as if this rusty plummating sound
Was sugar and I, like a lil fat girl, trailed
On for my sweet treats.
He enchanted me.
He took me to my childhood days
Ones I feared, ones I would rather
Not step in. An embrace – of
I’m there with you.
S: My voice…
A: It pulled me in and lullabied me back to sleep
I dont call people at 3 AM but I called
him. Just to say – Happy Birthday!
S: The day we finally met, I did
Not have butterflies. Orange stripes
Blurred the lines. She held my
Hand and hummed to herself.
A quiet girl in her quiet world
And I was happy to be in it.
Both: Long distance takes a toll on you
S: You miss the dates
You miss the hugs
A: You miss everything else.
S: Letters with her scent
And half-pressed lipstick kisses.
A: Postcards with their dutiful stamps
Entrancing me with stories as i
Sit huddled up on breezy nights
Laced in warmth and smoke.
S: Voice dipped in sea, voiceless in sea.
I can close my eyes in a booming bazaar
And still know where she is.
A: I need no saving, but it’s nice
To have someone who imperfectly fits in
That yellow park bench.
Both: Everyone has their own park bench.
S: For me, it started with her smile.
A: It all started with how he looked different in
each and every picture. I was intrigued.
Both: It started when two strangers found each other
over lost topics and chanced upon hope in
Both: So, when love happened to us, we were miles away.
A: Sitting in two separate rooms,
S: clutching two phones unsteadily
A: “You’re serious about me, right?”
P.S. – Recently, Sourjya and I performed ‘Our Story’ at Papercup’s Poetry Slam 0.5. Above, quite obviously, ‘A’ stands for me and ‘S’ for Sourjya. This is a true story and we tried to keep the poem as neatly placed on facts as possible. Hope you guys like it.
P.P.S. – Video link is in the previous post. 🙂