I have been romanticising a lot of things ever since I have met you,
because honestly I never thought I’d find
what I have always been looking for, that
the one in my life would be so near.
I started off with wanting to peel oranges with you,
on a wintered evening in Tokyo?
And us in that blanket, you got for me
with Spiderman printed on it! I just
I just want to take you by the hand, because
it’s you, it’s always been you to understand.
Now I say let’s take a walk together, on that
same wintered evening in Tokyo! I can,
I can hold your hands and you can hold mine.
I can kiss you on your forehead, you can kiss me
on my lips. Then again we continue our walk.
I’ll take you to this coffee shop, I know of
you can get your favourite latte and I’ll get that too.
You’ll drink it hot, and then burn your tongue
and suddenly start complaining that I didn’t warn.
Then I’ll take my handkerchief out and smile, before
I wipe that bit of cream that’s there on your lips.
Then I kiss you on your forehead again, only
you’d not expect it this time.
We’ll see each other through our eyes,
and eventually we’ll kiss, just like that.
We can then go on walking again, this time
to that beach you like. Walking barefoot.
You’ll tell me,
“See the moon looks so pretty, isnt it?”
And I’ll just keep staring at you and say,
“indeed it is Beautiful”.
Hearing my voice you’d suddenly
look at me, and I’ll instantly look at the moon.
You’ll know, I called you my moon, but
you won’t say. There will be a blush on your face
and then I’ll eventually look at you again because
that’s all that I want to see in that wintered evening in Tokyo.
I’ll then look at you and keep looking at you
because even God’s grace couldn’t be
as beautiful as that sight of yours.
And then I’ll say, I love you. I’ll say,
“Even a hundred years from now, and I’ll still
be engaged in the subtle art of loving you”.
I’ll then walk you home and you’ll say once again
“The moon did look pretty today, right?”
and I’ll again look at your eyes and say
“It always does. To me it’s the most beautiful thing to have ever existed and that it’s beauty is poetry”.
–aaditya.
Aaditya Bajpai 