Fixing Fortunes...

It doesn't happen so often now,
but I see you.
In a moment that is fleeting,
reminds me of those love meetings.

And you look the same
across the room, I would know.
Those pair of eyes, your laughing eyes.

We aren't tied by love
but etched into each other by past.
As life runs smooth, memory too floats with it
a parallel life, if you like.

Oh! look at that!
You painted it white.
All of this just to hide.


Let them be, I say let them be.
It's an old corner, a forgotten street.
No directions, saying 'within ten feet'.

Why not stop for a moment
close your eyes,
and take my hand.


we'll walk by those sweet nothings,
I'd like to get a bagful of fortune
the cookies, you once so loved;
with a finger tip the crust would crack,
spilling our fate on the plate.

We'll cheat this time.
Let nothing change our minds.
Keep cracking, keep spilling,
this time, we won't be satisfied.

As the cookie crumbles,
the pieces everywhere,
I have carried them forever,
but now my shoulders say never.


This time I want my luck!
To wear and to carry.
No more crumbs, no more pieces.


This time I want my happy forever after,
and the rest we can decide later.
So go on, my love! Go on!
don't stop, keep cracking, keep spilling.


Divya Jha
28.08.09