I decided to ramble about love

It was a walk on dusty roads

There were returns, occasionally.

I registered the cigarettes first

The language second

Hesitating, I tumbled

The laughter followed wonderingly

The lessons were tough

Stories stuttered in between

I moved about the spluttering mustard seeds

Notes from a melody played by a boy

You stood there

I wished to touch you

Delhi's own

Claimed, a denial no more

Loved by you a dream

We awoke, on the same bed

A slight nudge

Chai was the call

There were no tea-leaves