Mind Reader


Do I have to be in the limelight to shine?

Do I need a microphone to speak?


I look back in time 

And take a road trip down my memories

Some bollywood party song is in playing on a speaker

Remember that 2000s era that we miss?


Yeah, we are singing chorus

You are dancing like no one’s watching

And i

I can barely move my feet


You are angry at me 

For tagging you along on my road trip

You say you don’t like it one bit

I ignore you because i know you’re just hungry


We stop at some roadside dhaba for dinner

You say it’s the best food you’ve ever had

We wish we could do it everyday

Together? oh we never said that


I am driving slowly

As we pass the tunnel of misunderstandings

It has been long since we last spoke

I try to ask you how you’ve been, but my voice croaks


I wish you could just read my mind

I would let you absorb the eternal ramblings of my daily life

Like we are in some sci fi movie

Pretending to be superheroes 


I wish you called me once in a while

My urge to write to you is lost 

In the hope of receiving your words first

We both stay miserable in this game of politeness


I wish you could just read my mind

And i wouldn’t have to tell you 

How much i adore you

We are the same people you know


Same blood, same home

Same memories, 

Same anecdotes,

Same tone


And now, we stuck together

In the same car, both scared of speaking

so we stare out of the window

but we don't see the same scenes


individually we both play that game we made

Back when i was in sixth grade

About an imaginary boy running on streets


And just like that boy

Our conversations don’t lead anywhere

It’s like walking in dark with eyes closed

I hope you already know what I am thinking


The road trip is coming to an end

We are reaching close to present

I would ditch the destination

but i am not sure if that’s what you want


And for once,

I wish I could read your mind.

I wish.

 

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