Was it the wind that somehow
Tilted this photo of ours
That’s hanging on this wall?
The last time it rained
These walls weren’t as dampened
I wonder why
This time
They’re dampened all over
With cracks never seen before
And it bleeds just like..
Tears rolling down those lines on your face
The stormy clouds
Brought them home
From Mathura, they’d carried the palanquin
Those four palanquin bearers
But he didn’t come
Him- the lover of mine
And this house- this home- is empty
The rains used to sing
On this very terrace’s sides
The rains sang a song
Atop this very terrace
Often they’d drop by
And write off some messages
On the windows all over
(Munder: a raised part that joins the top of the four walls)
They sit there weeping now..
Behind some unlit lanterns
The afternoons seem as if
Someone’s left open an empty chess board
No pawns
No one to make a move
And no one to counter it
He bathed in it numerous times
It never got over the second time
He never got over the second time
Dry hair
Dull face
A mind’s that’s barely alive..
Neither do I see the mornings
Nor do I see the nights happening anymore
Everything has stopped as if
Was it.. was it the wind alone
That tilted that picture of ours
That’s hung on this wall?
Love.. why such pride?
Your.. love, your
Your pride.. why?
-Piya tora.. kaisa abhimaan?
-पिया तोरा.. कैसा अभिमान?
-Raincoat
( তুমি জানো কী ভালো, কী খারাপ, কী ঠিক, কী ভুল,
কী জানা উচিত, কী জানা উচিত না)