I met you, saw you, closely
though we talk to each other
occasionally,
over telephone
remembering the gentleness
of thick jungle of memories.

In your eyes, as in your lips,
I found every thing in this
Universe-staying uncoquered,
afloat:
the wholeness of the question
desires to come out of your
deep-dark mesemeriging eyes,
it's waves----swiftly rising--falling.

An incomprehensible question?

Your lips, gluey, reflect on
the fineness of uncomfortably
soft restlessness
of ebbs and lows
stretched motion.

I am yet to walk over the stillness
of time.........



( First published in Indian Journal of Post Colonial Literature Vol 9 No 1 June 2009)