Saturday, June 11, 2011

Not Today-

If those eyes could talk
they must talk of things
things words can never form
like watching the slow breeze
kiss the river bed on late twilights
or the splattering of rains
on a crawling highway washing it of all its sins

The slow accompanying noise
that the ceiling fan makes while I write
The small mole between your lips and nose
The voice reminiscent of sarangi

For some solitary moments
I realize that I am lying beside you
And I open my eyes to a misty island
where mangrove forests grow over to heavens
And I lose myself in the forests of Sunderbans.

And yet I know am not lost
Though someday I shall wither away through time
and my memories of you
shall just remain troglodyte waves in this large cosmos

And they shall tear away the forest which reminds me of you
But not today, today I have all of it intact in me
And while it stays
I shall write you through all the commas and the full stops
And let you seduce me through my words.

1 comment:

pratiksha said...

purely serene!!!
And they shall tear away the forest which reminds me of you
But not today, today I have all of it intact in me
And while it stays
I shall write you through all the commas and the full stops
And let you seduce me through my words...
Not today!!!!!!!!!!!!