It doesn’t matter what I think tonight
The paper just won’t catch ink tonight
The clouds all spent, the moon still hides
The wait though long, I won’t blink tonight
The beloved lives near but is a world away
The realization alas, raises a stink tonight
Sit an arm’s length from me, a ‘mehfil’ let’s make
Let our eyes be glasses and clink tonight
The day got tired, is now asleep fast
Night opens the door, with a wink tonight
The heart yearns for what the mind is against
Old foes once again at the brink tonight
A mirage love is, in this desert of heart
‘Adee’ will quench thirst with a drink tonight
-adee, @delhidreams 03/03/2015
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.