from 1958

a midnight conversation
with an old
long-lost friend

no inkling
where i am
or about the
whereabouts
of my heart

days were spent
roads traveled
deadlines met
cities made
homes of
and then bid
goodbyes to

the only constant
was this one love
one written in
poetry and old
hindi songs
the ones
which make you
tune into
on chilly rainy nights
when the yellow
of the cab
is reflected in
that happy yellow
place
of your heart

there's no tomorrow.
there's now
and you.
the only two dimensions
which matter.