Romantic spanish songs play
as we step inside the place,
dim lights enhance the ambience
while we choose carefully where to sit,
lights pink and green
adorn the plants of the courtyard,
strong whiff of wind
caresses once in a while,
and we order a pizza
Quattro stragioni,
that comes some time later
reminds me of Milan,
Still left with the last bite
when a drop falls
on my left arm,
we find shelter in time
and it starts pouring.
I wish time freezes.
And it remained so
in that moment.

A Magical World

It is sheer Magic,
how the clouds voyage
disguising themselves
as a cluster of water droplets
behind the snowy white
or sometimes dark grey colour.
And, when you yearn for those droplets
to fall on you,
you could be parched
but no, they wouldn't
they wouldnt open up.
But when you expect the least,
they unleash their playfulness
with aplomb
that takes you by surprise,
and let themselves dissolve,
their whole existence
going to be diminished
the next instant,
only to give you your
magical moments.

Unacquainted Voices
Knock at my door
Cluttered outside,
seeking refuge indoor
I stay frozen
behind that door
amidst a cacophony
of voices.
Yet one honeyed voice
mutters a thing
that sounds familiar,
Do I thus open the door?