Our "Book of Saturday"

Rainy night. 
Sometime in 1989. 
Was it November? 
Heaps of cigarette ash in the tray. 
We had already internalized
This song by then. 
Your bright smiling eyes. 
Who would believe
If I tell them now,
How we had the world in our fists then,
How our fingers were already crazy then,
And how we were Kings then,
Our quiet incriminating gaze
Turned inward by then already...? 

Friendship like ours
Is extinct now,
And you,
Somewhere in that
Godawful housing complex
In New Delhi. 

B., this is you and me...!