To push a pal to pick up the pen
Is to help him return to a place again
A place where the shells of our feelings
Were cracked and scrambled over toasts
After a dose
Of Elliott or Ismat, Donne or Saadat
Drunken nights and shameless tears
A lifetime of comfort from our reckless years
Is to help him return to a place again
A place where the shells of our feelings
Were cracked and scrambled over toasts
After a dose
Of Elliott or Ismat, Donne or Saadat
Drunken nights and shameless tears
A lifetime of comfort from our reckless years
Oh man, sameer. This is so special. what years we have had together. I am going to print this one and keep it. Thank you, pal.
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome yaar. Now take me out for another good meal when I'm in Bombay next!
ReplyDeletehurrah for you both! And gratful as always for having Avani and for her bringing you back to the fold, Sameer :)
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