One evening is not enough
to forget you
and the colours in your wings
You sing around
my enticing hummingbird
Unfailingly
the more I grow cautious
of the winter that has frosted
my hairs
You talk about next spring
the hues that would burst out
around us
Haven't I asked you to leave
to go to some land unknown
and make it your own
Yet your moves so deceptive
Bring to mind a silvery night
near the beehive caves of Ajanta
When I
when we
were much much younger
12 Haiku
1.
a murky
anniversary morning--
the red table cloth
2.
our third date
she studies my
palm lines
3.
toying with
pressed rose petals
early winter wind
4.
summer end--
the fan blade knocks off
a butterfly
5.
dinnertime
at the hospital, I wait
for sedatives
6.
at the crossroads
a tramp speaking to himself
my lost poem
7.
shadows
bringing back the anguish
winter without you
8.
summer …
village boys plunging
into the pond
9.
the pensive face
peeled off a tree trunk—
autumn…
10.
the hospital smell
still following me
their forced smiles
11.
the new sedative…
she disappears behind
a veil of thick mist
12.
hospital window—
firecrackers lighting up
Diwali sky
a murky
anniversary morning--
the red table cloth
2.
our third date
she studies my
palm lines
3.
toying with
pressed rose petals
early winter wind
4.
summer end--
the fan blade knocks off
a butterfly
5.
dinnertime
at the hospital, I wait
for sedatives
6.
at the crossroads
a tramp speaking to himself
my lost poem
7.
shadows
bringing back the anguish
winter without you
8.
summer …
village boys plunging
into the pond
9.
the pensive face
peeled off a tree trunk—
autumn…
10.
the hospital smell
still following me
their forced smiles
11.
the new sedative…
she disappears behind
a veil of thick mist
12.
hospital window—
firecrackers lighting up
Diwali sky
Kolkata, your cold touch
I never fret in your cold touch,
not even your calloused fingers
agitate me,
You're my old chum, whose secrets
I hold in my bosom, as close
as the petals of a french marigold;
secret vows huddled together, scared
of betraying their own self
You tantalize me with your morning breeze,
the marigolds wobble in unison,
You're the fingertip on a still pond
sending shivers down my spine
And I'm so lost in your loneliness
that my solitude becomes verses
At times I see you reading them,
straining your eyes and wrinkles
And the next moment you vanish
in a veil of thick mist
not even your calloused fingers
agitate me,
You're my old chum, whose secrets
I hold in my bosom, as close
as the petals of a french marigold;
secret vows huddled together, scared
of betraying their own self
You tantalize me with your morning breeze,
the marigolds wobble in unison,
You're the fingertip on a still pond
sending shivers down my spine
And I'm so lost in your loneliness
that my solitude becomes verses
At times I see you reading them,
straining your eyes and wrinkles
And the next moment you vanish
in a veil of thick mist
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