HE REMINDS ME
He reminds me back when I was thirty-one and he was thirty
Acquainted with him in the mid-month of humid February
He reminds me of fresh boiled tea, roti and chick pea
And the ceiling fan he took snaps for streaks continuity
He reminds me of Japanese comics and series of anime
Which he could read and watch anytime of the day
He reminds me of cricket, football and all the games he play
And the time when he sang Aurora's runaway
He reminds of streams, mountains and valley
Showed me pics and clips of the northernmost India's beauty
He reminds me whenever there's an outage of electricity
How we struggle in life out of life's complexity
He reminds me that what keeps us going are money and responsibility
And we should be contented with it and just be happy.
He reminds me whenever I feel sleepy
Like him, I once was dependent on melatonin gummy
He reminds me of his yellow-striped collared tee
How it hugged and clung his body perfectly
He reminds me of his jaw and chin so beard-y
How I wish I could caress them tenderly
He reminds me now with everything I see
But everything is just a wish and I can't have him, unfortunately.
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