Unmarked Birthdays

We had held hands at the curve of the road

And let go when the ocean swam over it

Now when aeons apart, I smell your music 

In the dark green folds of my bridal saree

But I continue to dance to another's rhythm

All longing that I ever had, pours from the sky

As that very ocean which had torn aside our paths

All that is drenched are those moments which 

Came and went as unmarked birthdays 

Once our days, and now, just yours somewhere.