For Now
I remember you standing under the Gulmohar tree,
Looking up at my balcony,
Calling my name,
And asking me to come downstairs.
I thought it’s one of those days in April,
Where you want to just roam around in parks,
Looking at the flowers that have freshly bloomed,
Running behind butterflies yellow and blue.
But, instead, you hold me instantly,
As soon as I step in front of you,
Wearing the jhumkas that you gave me,
Last year during one such summer afternoon.
You hold me then, standing,
And you hold me now, while we walk,
Your arms around my back,
And mine around yours.
You hold me tight,
Through the fabric of my clothes,
And I hold you right,
Wondering what’s this all about.
You hold me now,
As you say you don’t ever want to leave,
And I hold you saying,
You don’t ever have to though.
You hold me,
When you tell me you have to,
And I hold you thinking,
Why you’re holding me then anymore?
Is it to hold me really?
To remember all the curves in your memory,
Or is to hold me from breaking?
From everything that you’ve told.
Now that I think of,
Probably it was to hold yourself then,
Through my skin, my touch, my love,
For you were talking about leaving,
But you weren’t ready to let go.
“For Now” you said, you had to go,
“For Now” I’ll be alone,
“For Now” I’ll wait for you,
“For Now” will be forever soon.
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