Friday, May 2, 2014

It was the third lane

It was the third lane
from Pegs 'n Pints.
Before we went in,
we thought we'd walk a little.

We sat on the kerb,
our knees touching,
years later you'd say
"I could have kissed you then,"

we didn't know
then, that in half
an hour, when
we'd go back in, you would;

the Delhi night
would tear then -
we didn't know
after the kiss, it'd be quicksand.

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