15th October 2008 (1.45 to 1.46 P.M.)

I met you, saw you, closely

though we talk to each other

occasionally,

over telephone

remembering the gentleness

of thick jungle of memories.

In your eyes, as in your lips,

I found every thing in this

Universe-staying uncoquered,

afloat:

the wholeness of the question

desires to come out of your

deep-dark mesemeriging eyes,

it\'s waves----swiftly rising--falling.

An incomprehensible question?

Your lips, gluey, reflect on

the fineness of uncomfortably

soft restlessness

of ebbs and lows

stretched motion.

I am yet to walk over the stillness

of time.........

( First published in Indian Journal of Post Colonial Literature Vol 9 No 1 June 2009)