amidst clusters of clouds, you came
streaming torrents of sunshine
and I see the sun rise in your eyes
the sun rays reaching out,
stirring a broth of emotions
in the deepest chambers of my heart
and I cry tears –
tears which do not reach my eyes

no intentions for an emotional adieu
fingers shall sail through timetables
no longer will my finger pause
at that one box
my cozy world shall spill from boundaries
it will leak into a facade
and then, I shall look at
this glimmering oasis
and, I shall cry tears
tears which do not reach my eyes
frozen between heartbeats
as I struggle to brush them from
tightened heart sinews

who looks out for an eidelweiss?
I shall!
and with its petals, I shall make crowns
crowns that crest my walls
And then I will think of the eidelwiess
these tears which do not reach my eyes
shall pose as –
moist rainbow dew drops
for these petals lacking dew

white doors, normal doors,
ordinary doors, hospital doors
office doors creaking
blurs of confusion flitting in and out
and when, on its hinges
the door pauses

Indian ladies are always –
a blur of colour, so I heard
every blur of colour making me stop –
I pause, I think and then I smile
the frozen tears holding
onto heart strings
tighten their grip

Diwali night, I shall be staring –
an arch of sky curving overhead
the only arch without light
and yet this arch stretches on
extending into infinity
how futile every Diya seems,
this arch is stretching
thinking of her expanse of sky –
how futile an oil lamp of gratitude
in this extending stretch –
the frozen tears holding onto heart strings
melting

looking up at the illuminated sky
and amidst the stars, her star
still twinkling –
reflected in my tears
forever shimmering
and starshine in her eyes
the next day when we met
in school