Yellow and You

by Bhaskaryya

Yellow and you
are more than
mere alliteration.

Halogen lamps
remind me of the streets
where we once kissed,
kids, crazy in love
and blinded by youth.

Gerberas
tied to your tresses
you walked over
yellow sand
like the muse
of every poet.
And yet, I could never
call you a cliche.

All that now remain of you
are yellow teeth
from cigarettes smoked
in your remembrance,
wishing memories were
yellowing pages
of countless poems
I have written for you.

For, at every transient thought of you
I see halogen lamps, gerbaras and sand
emerging out of rings of smoke.
And each time I see the sun,
I see your frozen face.