The beginning is the end
Like a hummingbird I utter the words
That you once said to me
Once upon a time in an evening
Gradually becoming dark
Cold as night
Lack of warmth and certainty
Whispers of the unsaid, uncared
Words and actions
Clustered around the buds
Some were yet to bloom
Or
Some were blooming like a passion
A determined choice
Between duty and dilemma
The storm of mistrust arose
Serving them all the premature death-
An obvious nip in the bud.
23.09.2025
Blue Curls
03.04.2020
Post Memory
Part I
Ashes emerge out from the glass of
Memories,
Dangling between past and present,
Beings become non-beings.
All flames fade and evaporate,
All go for impressionistic images,
Pictures signify the other pictures,
Images another images;
Memory is mixed with tears
And the soothing aches
Come out of the
Translucent prism
As post memories.
Drizzling memory
Is draining itself out of rotten bones,
Flesh, blood as
Veiled with the scars
And transforms itself
Into a new soul.
Post memory freezes me
Like a chilled out cabbage,
Cold, calm,
With no vexation
Like a patient
Without sense
Lying on a hospital bed.
Silhouette walks down
Through the urban spaces
That was once countryside;
Time shakes hand with
The ruins and figments of
The dead waste land.
Like slithering out from the bruised
Skins of snakes,
Like fragrance emitting out
And spreading all over the room,
Memory comes
Memory mingles
With thin air
And gives birth to post memory.
Serene, sober, smooth,
Like patches of cool powder
Around the neck applied in hot summer.
2020
Part II
People escape from the ugly
Reality,
Bypassing the truths of mortality,
Night owl records the details
Of livelihood,
Burnt cigar seeks solace in burnt memories.
Tripping down the past lane,
She finds a strand of word
That she hid from
The loitering passerby.
Holding an old bottle
She stares at the starry night,
Pictorial paintings of photographs
Flash upon her imaginative eyes
And whispers-
“Where am I now?
Where will I go?”
Time blows like wind
To tell the tale
That was once half-told.
2020