Before We Meet

 
If ever the mood strikes you,
to sit somewhere together, just talk—let me know.
I'll be waiting for that moment of yours.


Where shall we meet?
In the park? A coffee shop or bookstore? A restaurant or tea stall? At the mouth of your lane?
Or somewhere by the roadside? Why won't you say anything clearly?
Still now...I say, you say...you're trapped in this tangle of words!
Why are you doing this, tell me?


It seems like to upset someone in an instant,
to darken their mood—all the qualities
it takes for that, you have them all!
Why won't you answer my calls? Why don't you call yourself?


You keep texting. Saying whatever I decide, that's what we'll do.
Then the very next moment you pull away. What does this mean?
That my wish is your wish too—
I understand this perfectly well.


After all I've said, talk to me, you still won't.
Now I'm leaving for tutoring, won't be back till evening.
In between, even if you want to talk, we can't,
even if I want to—no. This really isn't right!
Just a trail of my waiting left hanging with you.


Do you want to know something? Why don't you just say no to me directly?
I asked you to meet. You didn't have time.
I wanted to talk on the phone—you didn't have time for that either.
What more can I do, tell me.


If we ever do meet
just talk to me normally.
Don't use difficult words, don't ask this and that
with elaborate logic—I'll get scared, you know.
Later you'll see, I'll have vanished. I can do that. I'm quite good at it.


You won't meet.
You won't even say so.
This is just how you are!
I understand everything.
Still I don't want to understand some things.
This is just how I am!