"I see three at the horizon"
"No, there is a fourth one right there at the back, look."
"I am not wearing my glasses"
"Of course"
The cool wind touched our faces softly as we looked out at the inky
black sky, dotted with the lights of aircrafts. I took a deep breath in, I could smell the cigarette smoke in the air, I despised it, but the thought of how the crushed tobacco scent was a signature smell associated to my father occurred to me and I let it slide.
"Have you been writing lately?"
"A little. What about you?"
"I had a dream the other night, it was an entire skit of sorts but it faded away by the time I could pen it down."
"What was it about?"
"I have no idea, but it was crazy."
An airplane passed over our building and our heads moved in synchronisation to follow it as it disappeared in the distance, then I looked at him, expectantly, he smiled and told me which one it was and all the features that made it special. I nodded and looked ahead, trying to spot the next one before him.
The empty spaces in my heart
Let my arteries pour blood into them
As it thuds a little uneven
As it thuds a little slower.
The galaxies
And skies
And suns
And all the pretty things
I try to gulp down my throat
To make myself feel that I am full
And that the empty space inside my stomach doesn't exist.
The empty space in your room
Haunts me
Each and every time I cross it
Some times I fill it with my own being and pretend to be you
The empty spaces in my eyes
Craters created by the meteors of the lack of the sight of you
Fill up with the streams that flow out
The empty spaces between my fingers
Burn into my eyes when I cross the road
I curl my palm into a fist
Letting the thoughts fade into the music of traffic.
