‘Game at the Bar’

By Anuja Pandey

It’s not a token of pyaar

It’s just a game to be played at the bar

It’s not a token of miss

Just a sweet little kiss

From all the bottoms up on our first meet

Drinking from those plastic glasses was our need

Crossing our hands into each other for every shot

Do you remember we even lost the count of bottles it seems

Those stairs on the terrace felt like the perfect place for our first kiss

But oh damn, wait, I could barely keep my hands away from your wrist

From the terrace to the balcony and even to the pool side

I just wish to know you more and stand by your side

It’s not a token of love

Just a memory to remember by

It’s not a token of bye

Just some wishes for a fresh new sky.

By Anuja Pandey