that runs down
like a river.
Must be your eyes
that drown well the
spread of my solitude.
Must be the bangles
and the anklets that
land softly like feathers
on the bed of my
silence.
Must be the jhumkas
and your dense hair
that wrap me up in
a steady warmth to
sync themselves to the
rhythm of my cold
heart-
Oh how it feels to be
music soaked in your
distant presence.
A song learning
itself through your
close absence-
Must be your laughter
that keeps filling up
the hollow places in me
with fresh flowers.
Must be the fragrance
of the same I taste
on my tongue.
Must be the way
your name trespasses
through every sense
until sight begins
to blur with glitter.
Now that I see you in
every other face,
Must be you've colluded
with my dreams too.
But where are you?