I
think I know how you felt
at that time.
Wasn’t it a pale green hallway,
where windows offer no reflection
and the door doesn’t promise life beyond?
at that time.
Wasn’t it a pale green hallway,
where windows offer no reflection
and the door doesn’t promise life beyond?
I
think I know it all.
looking
at the photo of a dead stranger
I
feel I have known it all.
You
could not chase
the elephant away,
It was probably eavesdropping.
The marriage became a metropolis –
you and him its anonymous citizens.
the elephant away,
It was probably eavesdropping.
but pretending might have had helped for a while
until you remembered
that elephant has big ears.
Until you were married,
you never bothered about the plural space. And then
the birds in the binoculars settled in a cage.
You got your marriage certificate photocopied.you never bothered about the plural space. And then
the birds in the binoculars settled in a cage.
The marriage became a metropolis –
you and him its anonymous citizens.
After
you left
for the land where no one dances in the rain,
for the land where no one dances in the rain,
He
must have found worlds
full
of memories
long after you’ve lost
it.
You lie in bed,
A strange sickness in
your bones
pinning you
eyelid to toe nail.
As I share a
heartbroken
cup of coffee with the man I have fallen in love with
holding hands yet realizing the ocean
between us,
between us,
I feel I have known what you felt then.
I sent you all my prayers,
you returned half,
attaching a note: You need these too.
attaching a note: You need these too.
He asks if I need to be held.
I am not sure. Not anymore.
If comfort is disloyal
can a roomful of grief
ever have happiness?
I know how you felt at that point of time.
Like I often do,
You too must have stepped out of yourself
and wanted to observe her,
She,
Who has perpetually walked,
casting and recasting herself
to be with people, who
had accepted and rejected her
at convenience,
As you sang with her
cried with her
standing there, observing,
It became too late stepping back into yourself again!
And I sit still
by the side of the television news
looking at your dead photograph
I more dead than you
I think I have known how you felt.