Your Sweet Absence


The invitation is yet to come

But I am ready,

Shameless in my lack of discretion.

To rise up with you.

Falling again and again.



For your lips of nothingness

My ears are no flute I know,

Yet they ache,

Waiting to ease

My neighbour’s serpentine whispers.



It is still a distant dream

To lie side by side

By the black Yamuna,

Half dissolving into the white sands

So fine like diamond dust.



So long

Have you played that elusive flute.

Let me reverse it now.

So that nothing else remains –

Only your sweet absence.

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