Broken Conversations

My wandering kohl eyes look at you

To see you look away at dark clouds

You turn left, left to see it all out

The newly done fringe to my left

Has my eyes nudging at it

The brown pants of khaki

It is muddy and dirty

Cricket all morning I guess

The shirt sure needs a press

You don’t have a woman in your life

Do you?

Dashing clouds; pouring rains

My smudge proof kohl lined eyes

Tears, as you would call them

Dashing hearts, pouring eyes

The song you are tapping to

I hear it in my heart fully

Over a meadow and a valley

My eyes look at you tapping high,

Dirty nails you got. Oh Sigh!

You don’t have a woman in your life

Do you?

Now, now you choose to see me

At my kohl lined eyes in glee

Arrogance you call, it is not the kohl but my eye

I am no pretty muse, for sure

You look at me for a moment and more

I am no engineer in degree

Yet, I created this moment of your care

Boyish looks make me swoon

Shirts with checks in maroon

Oh, it makes me head side tumble

That two day grown stubble

The woman I see in your eye

Is it me?

Empty seats left to wander

We are reaching Lavender

As I turn away to hide the tear

You move a step near

Flutter my heart, misses a beat

Doors open, and you move clear

Without realizing the heat

Oh Boy, did you know I still miss you?

The men I know are mighty few

For I know the woman I see in your eye

It is Me.

The conversation is partly inspired by a newly bought Mac Kohl stick and terrible rains in today’s train journey to work. The man I speak of is surreal, mystical and resides near Lavender.