Saturday, February 14, 2009


That evening
We had thought
We’d make memorable
Shall sit across the smooth edges
Of an elliptical table
Stretch out our close-fisted palms
In warm handshakes
Tease the yawning years
Into easy wakefulness
Dip our frail fingers
In dewy silences
Seal the loneliness
Of weary hearts
By toasting drinks
We had thought
Time would shrink
To the size of our memories
And vast deserts
Shall drown
In the moist, liquid eyes
We had thought and hoped
But nothing of the kind happened
We remained marooned
In our silences
Our several voices trapped
In the crisis of selfhood
Crooned endlessly
Mise en scene
Of some surreal film
The warm handshake
The dewy silences
The moist, liquid eyes
Hung across the pallid wall
Like an old painting
Out of sight, forgotten and dust-laden
Vast deserts
Edged closer to our hearts
Memories reduced to a junk-heap
Lay crumpled under the table
Shared past
Danced in the shadowy background

Yes, it was
A Walpurgisnacht of vagrant souls
Floating helplessly
Inside a liquor bottle.

Frozen Moments

A watery smile
Flickering across your silent lips
Laced with the pain of yesteryears
Is a memory
I’d much rather forget
A testimony
To disquieting nights
When you sobbed endlessly
Through the darkness
As I lay by your side
Dreaming of two little cuckoo birds
Nestling and cooing thro’ the rain
Drab and insipid days
Stretched between you and me
Separating us
Like two shores of a stagnant pool
Whirling and gurgling
In its own scum

I could wipe the pain
With my silent gaze…
Sing the cuckoo song
Across the drain…
Or make the stagnant water
Rush again.

Meeting Point

In day time
We walk side by side
Like two earth discs
Rotating around their axes
Hallowed by piercing light
Trapped between sun and moon
We resemble a solar eclipse

At night
Moon walks miles ahead
And earth folds up
Layers of light
Into a tight embrace
Our shadows lengthen out to meet
To overlap
And cut across
The barriers of identity.