Hoping for a Deja Vu

The roads will never be the same,
the ones that led me to your apartment
couldn't tell me where your heart went

The pani puri guy served another round,
with a faint smile of reassurance
actions probably do speak louder than words

I still visit your place though,
and that park where hours slipped away like seconds
But I wonder
do words slip your tongue the same way?

I guess I'll save money on petrol
and on that chicken biryani you loved
should've figured it out
that you were as emotionless as the bird on your plate

Every now and then,
I hang out near your house, as usual
hoping to see you see me from the balcony
drying your hair and grinning.
But when I don't, I'm fine with it
because the place hadn't changed a bit.


(A response to Aditi Rao's  'When I visited his city after we ended')