The coldness of Delhi, the season of slumber.
And there I was, amongst the intellects,
Till I spotted you, At peace - so relaxed, so relieved.
Our shaking of hands, the talk,
Your Delhi tone, the fake attempt at sounding American.
Endearing they were all and I fell in love, in love again,
Again, after it all - Again, despite it all.
Strange is the talk of love, strange is the aftermath,
Can I also wish for something, dear life?
If the both could get together, together for some more time,
Difficult though it is, impossible could be the prospect perhaps.
What if I wish for journeys beyond love?
For eternal peace of mine, of my mind.
I am strong, I know that. I've faced them all,
Then why do I need someone, sometimes, somewhere.
God, give me peace, at least a hint of it, please.
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