STILL ON OUR CHEEKS..........
The eyes that once became the casement,
Away on the way are now lost in some milestone.
The ears longing for hearing something,
Are now moth-eaten with the threshold.
From the ruined doors,the wind coming unhindered,
Is saying...........
That nobody has come to the doorstep,
These are the fallen off yellow leaves,
Which with their solitariness...
Are flying here and there.
Neither is there coolness in the pines,
Nor is there magical lure in the love epics,
Nor are there flower festivals,
Nor is there music in the winds,
Nor are there stars waiting on the doorstep
All are shattered in the whirlwinds.
The eyes which once became the casement,
The eyes which have known...
The secrets of thousands of love-stories,
Are now staring.......
At the ruined and shapeless bit of the body n soul,
That is flying in the air.
Now no one is there away on the coast,
On the still stretch of the sea,
Sea-birds lick the moisture of the air,
Still on our cheeks....
Salty drops are staying,
It rained in the later part of the night.
Far away on a vanishing mast,
The eyes are still fixed.
The eyes that once became the casement,
Are lost somewhere...
In the journey of time n space.
