Against the burnished sun.
our fingers entwined
coffins in each other.
You look back once
walk a distance
search me through-
what is it that keeps you?
Cold long shadow of the candle flickers against the wall.
Wish! Our promises had a word.
what if –
It was just a moment.
He said, ‘Good night.’
They sit together on the porch
Her hands resting on her lap.
A feral wind runs from nowhere to nowhere
The palm tree hushes –
If inaudibility was a word
she must have entreated him for his last wish.
Rain as parenthesis
Happy dreams adorn this path
This path, under the blooms of red Krishnachura flowers
flowers carefully pinned by us, in shirt pocket and hair as in pairs
Pairing as lovers we walked like sun dwelling in clouds
Clouds black in colour suddenly rumbled like our hearts at the western sky
Skiing through fallen leaves we waded as secrets held in ears
Ears tingled a bit, your soft caress and a softer bite
Biting even harder this time the rain as parenthesis slipped through you and me
You and me as separate umbrellas walked down the roadside
Sides of Road eroded faster with that years rain
Rain that had washed us of us, flooded the city and that path
Pathless the lovers walk across
across the gaps between clouds but love –
Love is like moon waxes and wans
Wan it may, but can it be chained by the fear of loss?