Wednesday, March 27, 2013

love debutant...

How can I ever forget you?
those papers
upon which you arrived once
like a dream
putting me into an experiment
the cold numbness...
a play between life and death...

in one paragraph
asking me questions
so harmless...
then in another
opening my eyes
'where does the mythical regenerative spirit lie?'
'how much do you love your mom?'
'which plaque did declare the birth of a child
inscribed on a marble tomb?'
'how far can you go to sacrifice your self?'
'How much attached are you to Sunaina... the sylph?'

How can I forget you?
those pages first few
printed letters of love
and laughter and sobs...
Aroma of a greyness
where once the motorcycle stopped...

and you...
a tree
entering full grown into me...
with all the creative possibilities...

Opal court...
tree lined University campus...
waiting for Sue
clutching the railing of a balcony...
A night dress pink and graded white...
a walk on the clouds...

O Gandharaj...
love debutant...
come once again to me...
come again with your insane smell
a madness rapturing all walls
A Niagra !
A straight headlong Fall!


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