it will soon be ten years
of absence
ten vacuous years
ten years of monstrous progressions
and no cadence
ten empty years
of slowly forgetting
and recreating, and getting wrong -
your vocal gestures
ten sordid years
of having a hole in my heart
shaped as you
ten lonely years
of not talking to you,
ten years of having not seen
your knobbly fingers
your hesitation
your cotton sarees
your writing on the board
your raspy voice
ten years of not having played with
your skin that stayed when pinched
your word-games nobody could win
your not visiting me
your not calling
your not writing letters
your not listening
ten ghostly years
of meandering, ten years of
loss of home
it will soon be ten years
of being misguided
and walking in the dark
and getting astonished at surviving
with your loss.
april is your month
your day of birth
your day of death
your day of introducing to me,
summer.
of absence
ten vacuous years
ten years of monstrous progressions
and no cadence
ten empty years
of slowly forgetting
and recreating, and getting wrong -
your vocal gestures
ten sordid years
of having a hole in my heart
shaped as you
ten lonely years
of not talking to you,
ten years of having not seen
your knobbly fingers
your hesitation
your cotton sarees
your writing on the board
your raspy voice
ten years of not having played with
your skin that stayed when pinched
your word-games nobody could win
your not visiting me
your not calling
your not writing letters
your not listening
ten ghostly years
of meandering, ten years of
loss of home
it will soon be ten years
of being misguided
and walking in the dark
and getting astonished at surviving
with your loss.
april is your month
your day of birth
your day of death
your day of introducing to me,
summer.