Thursday, January 22, 2004

If Only...

If only…

I can stop seeing your
face among the teeming mass of multitudes.

I don’t hear your beckoning voice
among the urban street day to day clutter.

I don’t smell you
every time I see a champa/parijatha/mallige.

I can stop myself exclaiming
“Hey ! Listen to this…”, every time I read
something funny…

I can find the TV remote/car keys/
the book I was reading yesterday
by myself.

You don’t
come to haunt me in
the still of the night.

I don’t search for ur e-mail id
among my incoming mail.


…horses could fly.

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