Thursday, June 10, 2010

Revisiting Conversations

I remember old conversations
long discussions on phone
of love, fear, friends and other things
which mattered then,
like gossips overheard at Coffee House
and bargains with the storekeepers on the Fifth Street.

Your voice concerned
stranded one night at Lower Parel station
waiting for the last train
amidst hungry harmless eyes of Mumbai.

Your sound longing at faraway hostel
in August rains
clinging like wet clothes drenched in love, and lust.

I remember old conversations
whispers carried over airwaves
the sweaty pillow talks in summer.

Yours words silent on despair and uncertainty
the talks I remember stretched late into January nights,
leaving cold.

Years of conversations
fears, joys and missed sleeps
some words not mentioned here,
all remain translated into memories.

I revisit you often in these conversations,
with a cup of black coffee and honey.

1 comment:

  1. Your observations are those that should be unescapable, yet, most of us take them for granted. Here, U sew them, piece by piece,to sticha memory onto paper. Kudos! :)

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