Unveiled

a poem

this is not a poem about you

this is not about those coal black eyes, dark brows and lashes,

about those white smooth skin and lanky build
this ain't about those clammy hands
and perfumed shirts

nor about those weird look on faces
grubby feet, hearty laughs
and twinkling eyes

this is not about those lazy afternoons,small talks and phone calls
this ain't about the library days and book craze

and certainly not about tears on eyes and silent cries
this is not about broken promise and petty lies

this is not about the times we had you and me,
this is not about what we did and say

but we both know i'm lying,you can clearly see,
oh little crude liar me...

so this is not a poem about you,
And not about all the things we did and knew.