Our fight on, He purposely not answering my call & then calling me back.
Our fight on, when He calls me & I keep asking him the same thing on track.
Our fight on, making Him wait long for me on the station or by the sea.
Our fight to zero down on Barista or CCD.
Our fight on my au lait Mocha & His Hot Chocolate Brownie.
Our fight on He being a dull suburban & me a glittering townie.
Our fight on that soft square cushion on the couch.
Our fight on me acting chic when the cane pricks my bum & I muttering Ouch..!
Our fight on small sips & big bites, in our large cups & plates.
Our fight on who’ll pay the bill. The bill of “our beautiful date.”
Our fight on who’ll hold my bag though He had his sacked on his shoulders.
Our fight to keep each other safe from Mumbai Traffic & RTO Bolders.
Our fight to hold each other’s finger & then slowly arms.
Our fight to have a light snack or pricey dinner in charms.
Our fight on louse budgeting & laze cost cutting.
Our fight on he bavarding & me completely mouth shutting.
Our fight on me agreeing Him to bear all my expenses.
Our fight to build around each other protective love fences.
Our fight on knitting those golden dreams of “Ours.”
Our fight on cuddles, we would be giving each other in showers.
Our fight on who’ll embrace whom in each other’s arms.
Our fight on me telling him, “be a cool man”, you look like a scarecrow in farms.
Our fight on me not seeking time for His shopping.
Our fight on me squeezing time for other things to go hopping.
Our fights on He asking me, “what will I do, if He dies?”
That time, me saying nothing but tears in my deep eyes.
I never thought so, that our fights will be ending.
Building deep cavities in our relationship, not worth mending.
With Love for Him,
-a.p. (14thOct,11)
