Status Update

You live in my inbox now,
a few lines - mostly meaningless
unless you place a table
a cappuccino and a face
resting on two closed fist
bright blue eyes -
nested between
streaks of auburn locks
otherwise - just meaningless!
and the green bangle
which, you forgot the last evening
which, i sometimes play with
and sometimes hold
close to my eyes
maybe with a desire
to see beyond
or maybe focus
on the music i played
across your ribs
before the sun rose
and before the birds sang...
i saw you once
walking down the street
in aimless stride
maybe nothingness filled you
but it must be my mind
my pervert imagination
saw loneliness in solitude
which never want to see you happy
sans me - and myself
which now tells me
about a window
with you standing alone
looking ahead
a hand pushing the hair back
and the single green bangle...
maybe it still adorns you
maybe i don’t know its fate
unless you let me know
with a simple status-update!

- DD March' 2010.