A quaint coffee shop,
just us and the half-eaten sandwich.
A trail of fading thoughts
akin to the white line of smoke
left by a passing jet plane in the sky.
Bridges of snow
between our chairs.
Suddenly a rainbow of my sighs
vapourize the pause.
The words unsaid
still hang in your breath…
Our journey is golden.
But for the yearnings that is so mismatched.
Archana was raised in Chennai and lives in Dubai, She had a life in the banking world but retired early.