Monday, 13 February 2017

Phone-call to Death

Death came face to face again 
Today, after yesterday,
And I was all alone with you 

Crushed under a tree, 
Moonlight met your arms
But I heard there, just an eternity ago;
four lives disappeared 

And a broken-hearted loneliness
lay lifeless on a stretcher 
somewhere in a busy mall
Where I was talking to the stars

"Last few days", "wrong turn",  "last wish"
Phrases jumped out from shopping bags, 
Taxi driver's swears, random books in a cafe
message from the gods; your kisses

Yes there was a walk, 
where fingers carved out names
On breezes from the past

Yes, there was a wedding 
Where music of two heartbeats 
Recited sacred hymns

And no, there are no forts built
Where empty bodies sleep
On ancient tombs of loss

So, no sleep, no time, no guts, no glory
All and forever more, there are cascades of pain
Pouring into emptiness, filling nooks of need 

Curving and bending, heaving and smiling
Measuring time's fickleness in mango momentos 
Those smiles stamped half moon bites

I made a phone call in the midst of it all
And said, still alive, still breathing
If there is still a tomorrow
I will meet you here 











2 comments:

Biju Nair said...

And a broken-hearted loneliness
lay lifeless on a stretcher
somewhere in a busy mall
Where I was talking to the stars


loved it

Not always words said...

Thank you!