6 years past...............

sometimes I remember you,
the empty ice cream stall calls for your pocket money.............
the smell of rain swept dust , that i smell alone;
the half empty mug of coffee, the untouched first wine glass still full to the brim...............
the phone sits without a ring all night..........
the meaningless remixes keep playing repeat mode..........


sometimes I miss you,
when the old road, looks so different but still smells the same,
the old book suddenly opens into a page ;
a page, strewn with underlines...............
when mom scolds for long calls, and late night calls,
and forbidden calls...........still
the extra copy of "love story" goes to the old book store...........

sometimes I hate you,
when there is still a tear in the eye,
when ," casablanca" still brews moisture........
"We will always have our calcutta"
the city changed name, face and people............
all because you broke a promise..........

all because first loves are never meant to be.............
all because love was never but the same............
and entrance exams comes only in the spring..........