Sunday, August 20, 2006


water drips from your hair,
my eyes measure
six, maybe seven inches,
to your pink tee shirt.

the kohl underneath
your brown eyes
is smudging your cheeks,
i stop myself from saying,
"no, don't dab it away..."

you run a quick hand
through your hair,
what would you say
if you would find me
entangled there?

fascinated by an errant drop
sliding down your throat
into the vee of the tee,
i've missed the reasons
why you like malabar monsoon.

"drink your coffee, baba!"
you say, laughter gurgling
out of your lips and on
to the table between us.
i am persuaded.

but i see you shiver
ever so slightly as the coffee
spreads its warmth.
i pretend the sugar sachet is
more than mildly interesting.

i sigh inside,
might as well drink
the damned coffee,
than let my imagination
be drenched with you.

besides, the cafe is crowded,
my throat is dry,
my feet are cold,
and although you're so close,
you only wish to talk.

inspired wholly by jugal mody and his tale (again!) of an uncaring lass!


Jugal said...

sweeet :)

Asmita said...

This is absolute beauty. Loved it. Works like this make me attempt writing in the hope that someday I might come up with a gem like this.


wordmonkey said...

nice :)
very sexy

meenakshii said...

sheesssssssshhhhhhhh.... so so lovely... now that walk in the rain sans the saree...

suniti said...

Sexy :) Every word of it :)
Should we thank Jugal for this gem ?