Honored by Usha Ma'am & Rukhiya

In reply To

>> Dec 9, 2013

I have your letters -
The ones we wrote, sitting together.
and few that travelled miles.

I read them on winters
as they remind me of falling leaves.
In Summers, I sun bathe them.

Blue parchments, yellow postcards, hurried white -
Inks have been blotted in places.
And they have your touch, ridge skins, printed.

(They talk about)
The broken table lamp we had,
Constructive madness, correctional grammars and
faded restraints -
You have it all (here)
 said, unsaid, implied, avoided.

I have your letters -
The ones we burned together
and few that burned hundreds of miles.


The Hungry Tide

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