The Flyover

Under the flyover was where we had our first tryst

An old ramshackle tea stall was our rendezvous

The flyover spanned a long distance and I

Flung my hair back, gleaming from the mint shampoo

On the flyover was where we rode the car

Metal gleaming, straight out of a road movie

Given that we were still elastic from wanderlust

Love was in the air and in our breaths too

We chatted about our future in that tea stall

We ate the stale rolls, drank the sweet tea

But the laughter that bubbled in our throats

Made our tea taste sweeter than honey

And sweeter were your kisses that I can taste till now

What were you thinking or did you not care

How vapid was I or was I very profound

You resembled pal, some fabled rock star

The joint that you rolled and that we smoked

Lifted our flyover straight into the air

I lurched and we giggled staring into space

If you’d asked I would’ve promised you the stars

But as the seasons rolled into summer, spring, winter

I tried hard but couldn’t find any better

Than the morning out in your car

You and I under the flyover