For the coffee that never happened!

So many things are not visible.

 

There’s a tunnel below the river.

A gesture lost inside the saree.

That regret below those eyelashes.

The breeze that tiptoes through the creek of a window.

 

Beyond the present, another day, yet another one.

 

And my half-baked dreams,

And the story that lie beneath our coffee cup that never got brewed!

 

That untold confession.

 

So many things are invisible, yet remain.