Of oblivion, of ecstasy

All the shadows, which you and I left along our parallel paths
Out of our sheer failure to break the walls,
Have now resurrected and created a blue constellation.
I can only watch it, down from the ground – alone.

Weren’t we oath-bound to walk the shiny bay routes
Amidst the phosphorus, sinking our feet in the sea,
That roars the joy of marriage with the earth,
Under the pillarless canopy of stars – in ecstasy, in mirth?

Long are you gone in the mourning wild, in solitude,
For God’s rules that hold lovers from leisured gazes,
From ecstasy of the fluttering flagrant desires,
For frowns, wary of sunshine streaming onto the fires.

Thereon we appeared haughty, crossed the unfathomable sea
Journeyed through the hills of flashing amnesia
Upon the love, that once smiled at us and died, turned not our eyes
In the vicissitudes of solitary whimpers and flickering sighs.

In gloom unacquainted, we wrote an elegy unfamiliar to lovers
Disported ourselves in parting sighs, traversing miles of desert
We turned old, sick with memories, like the greying moon,
Wandering though the troubled dim hopes, waiting to die soon.

O dear, let’s catch the star before the dawn falls
Let’s give voice to our fledgling halted whispers,
Let rise from the trampled desires a passionate glee
Let my lyrics of whimper sing the most beautiful hymn for thee.

[Kathmandu, July 24, 2016]

We’ll not meet in rain

Tonight this ancient heart of mine again realises
We’ll never meet – two of us – in rain
And rejoice the drunkenness of our love
In the hours of tumult, in the solitary plain.

Vagabond breeze strolls past my window and stops.
Does it hear my ragged and forlorn whimpers
Despite the rock wall I built to shield my dreams
Perchance any infinite eye embraces it and desires?

O vagrant heart of mine, mourn not at twilight,
Your inviolate sorrows not improvise
‘Cause had we met in rain, all might end in fire
Swallowing everything, not to let us again rise.

Tonight, yet, my wandering fantasies walk on dying dew
In the widening hollow of numb desires, as I fall
In solitude, drifting in darkness of the empty station
Wondering: is life larger than the soul?

[Dhaka, January 12, 2016]