The summer of '16:
Him and i on a frozen desert
Facing the spring on a far away oasis,
He plucked Dandelions for my hair
while I preached Kafir for his tongue
Both Sunk in nightmares of love, Forgetting the maghrib prayers once again
His fingers clutched to mine until I left them to dance with the dying mammals of the oceans
Wrapped up in Sand Dunes swirling to my favourite John Mayer song.
Until they all became extinct.
Fading out with the season.
The summer of '17
A new obnoxious love,
I wrote him sonnets.
He wore a garb of victory on history book pages.
Battles ,he fought in my works,
Until his insecurities grew.
I painted him an artist
But his feet began to cut across the strings of my guitar
Producing the music of despair
And then he stopped playing it, altogether .
Next I remember , cutting the strings one by one with my tweezers when he left.
And drowning the sonnets in tears.
Summer of '18
People strided in and out of my heart
Living with strangers became a norm
I remember how
Last sunlight of the day peeped through my hostel dorm
Where my feet sunbathed in that light and a picture was clicked in the moment.
The moment of silence that was
Much appreciated!
Until it all faded out in the moonlight.
Lying on my bed, finding
The picture of the feet saved next to past lovers in the phone gallery.
So,I never dared to appreciate it again.
Summer of '19
No one altogether, spiders on my tongue, guilt on my shoulders
Sailing through Erich Segal's Love story
sunk in love with former evenings,hysterical nights.
And then on finding no one , I burnt each page of the novel in the sunlight.
Until sadness anchored me to the shore.
So I ploughed once more through the fields of lies
To grow more seeds of never ending "unsaid goodbyes"
To not let my summer affairs die.
But each time I try , something hinders
Funny,how
I end up remembering 'you' from the recent winters