A few laughs
Carried by soft wind from mouth to ear
The moonlight
Still.
Like memories
Of the cold cold Delhi night in May
Goblets of wine lay half full
Like the moon that night
And the stars appear and disappear
Behind puffs of floating air
that cried awhile
Softening the earth and leaves and hearts
Of a hardened city's soul
The reunion of three friends had touched
The centre of the universe that night
Their heads slightly circling
Like the spiral staircase their feet had kissed
Just minutes before
Their amalgamated blood now inviting
Sweet slumber
And even more creative monologues of sorts.
Laughter
Again and again
And a sense of time standing thick and passing slowly
With every bite of bread
Laden with dreamy cheese
Accusations of slowly slipping into the subconscious
Never irked their wistfully drunk veins
That the Gods,
Filled with sympathy
Chose to ignore that day.
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