Someday

We will meet someday,
Walk together a little while.
Roses and carnations should mark the start,
                    and fancy restaurants would be fine
We could sit in those dimly lit beautiful restaurants,
                   having small talks about things insignificant.
Peppy tunes or soft music could border the background,

Then saunter back hand-in-hand when the day is done.

We met someday,
Quite differently it turned out thus.
Came across him a thousand times,
                   in each stranger's face in the busy Esplanade crowd.
Only resounding cacophony of the city stands as a proof,
                   of those quick short romantic glances exchanged.
Societal divisions, the only wall between us

That we made no efforts to break down.

We will meet again someday
No, roses and carnations wouldn't mark the start.
The crowded city buses
                  shall mark the beginning.
The hawker's song,
                  the only song that'll soothe the ears.
And closing my eyes, I'll imagine a better world
With you by my side.