Here WIth Me ( in this place)

there is this place

under a huge peepal tree

just a little ways

away from

the monotony

of life and work

I spend my afternoons

lying down

on the grass covered ground

with ants crawling 

behind my ears, and

dogs, sleeping at my feet 

i look at the leaves

swish and sway

with the gentle breeze

as light flickers through

and i hear the gentle sounds 

of the day going on

and as i look

at the hypnotic sway 

of the leaves,

i wish you were here

with me under this tree

on the grass, and

this gentle breeze

giving us company

i wish you were here with me

under this tree 

making mindless conversation

and overstuffing 

awkward silences 

with too many words

we would never remember.