but we won’t be there….

whenever I happen to be here again, at late hours
I will sit behind that pillar’s shadow at middle gate,
waiting for you to come and ask me why
even though I know you won’t be there.

or while sitting in the bmw, in absolute dark
trying to identify people near main gate
and expecting one of them to be you,
though I know it can’t be…. you are simply not there!

I had stopped expecting someone to come for coffee with me long ago,
but I don’t know why, there is no coffee without your thoughts.
I will still feel like calling you for coffee,
only to realize how far you are…miles away from me.

and when you happen to be here again, in the morning
on your way to the institute,
you will feel like shouting my name looking at my room in A hostel,
no one will reply, no one will come out, cause I won’t be there!...

don’t get shocked if you find me working in workshop
struggling with rods, sheet metal and a hammer,
it must be one of those lookalikes of mine in gdpd
just laugh at yourself and go… how can I be there?

there will be lawn, there will be backfield,
there will be bbc, there will be old canteen
and pointless fights will continue throughout our life
but ‘WE’ won’t be there!…..

I will be there sometime,
you will be there sometime….
and there will be this empty space talking about us…
and ‘we’ won’t be there!.....
- bhavin