the child

I saw

childhood

begging on the streets

running nose

torn clothes

those tender feet

blistered

disheveled hair

I looked

for a sign

of hope

and there it was

in his eyes

the child in him

was speaking to me

a breath

what matters the most

…in the beginning

and in the end…

a breath

state of mind

loneliness

a state of the mind

of a mind boggled

by intricacies

self created

or

by giving importance

to inane relations

incapable of love

why

my love for you

waned

was it

just a phase

or

I am incapable

of love

Dad

my thoughts of you

haunt me

I trace my memories

to the good times

you made me have

as a child

you were always

the better parent

Dad

sweet serendipity

in these troubled times

an accidental interlude with you

my sweet serendipity

enduring winter

yearning for the warmth

of a few loving words

I endure winter

invigorating…

cold mountain air

lukewarm tepid sunlight

invigorating my senses

un-love

it’s strange

how you can un-love

someone you loved

on the moon …..

take me to the moon

let’s live there forever

till we become stars