What Should I Call It? Poem by azmat naushad asif

Something quivers in my heart
When I see the same name
Which he has…

The drink he drank
That pristine blue florescence
Of that drink
Makes my heart
Skip a beat
When I see one

I am not good with numbers
But still his car number
Etched in my mind
Only looking at it just once

The places we stopped
When I pass by those lanes
Just for a fraction of a second
Makes me stop my breath


We fought
But not a lot
I knew I had to part ways
Before it turned too ugly
Or maybe it had already turned ugly
That's why I parted.
I just don't know

What power he has over me
I cannot tag it
It's not magic
And it's definitely not love
How do I know?
I just know

With him
There was turmoil
Uproar, unrest
And guilt
Without him
There is none
Just peaceful sighs
I heave.


I do have an option
To turn the times
Because the memories of us
Brings a smile
Yet,
I want them to be memories only

My mind has devoted a section
To his remembrance
Which I cannot measure
What scale measure memories?

I moved on
So has he
But it still
Astonishes me
How I devoted a considerable
Part of me to him
Without even my permitting it.