October 18, 2006
just a thought.....

Last evening....
while stirring the suger in my companion's cup....
a moment flashed across my eyes.....
years back.....
in lahore.....
the same season...the same weather....
But the tea was different....
i was different...you were different...
the world was a closed protected place...
with loved ones to take care of...
with lights and music...
laughter and sunshine...
and yes dreams...
dreams of being together for a life time...
dreams of being us ......
your occasional smile....
staring me with a familarity beyond words....
your three moles near the ears.....
and i counting them with my eyes......
and in those few scarce moments....
you made me....
feel as a woman....
a desired woman....
a woman in love.........
but the world is not that any more...
and some times i just think....
that does your companion makes tea as good as i did...
or does she counts the moles on the side of your ears.....
and if she does.....
does she feels that some one else...
years ago has done the same....
desired you with a strength which was beyond...her being...
beyond your being...
its just a thought in a dying evening....