I AM WAITING FOR YOUR GHOST

You were breathing so hoarse , for over two hours and no one tried to wake you , it was day break, they did not even think of giving you breakfast , when you did not wake up for lunch they felt your pulse , you were dead.You were fighting death in your airways.I was told you took an overdose.You did not leave behind a note,a lover,nor a child. Just that flute of yours. We often discussed death and you joked,you would come back to tell me what it is like in that other world if you did go first. Brother , I am waiting for your ghost to explain why you left me.

SECRET

That was in childhood
When we could hide
a feather
a scented eraser
or a brush of right size
to draw an outline..
We did not tell that we
ate gooseberries in class room
Or that some one else’s
homework I did…..
Or that mom threatened
divorce and matter
was serious.
We believed adults always
told the truth
We kids were liars
We kept secrets
Now as adults,
We know children never lied
Those were open secrets.

UNSHED RAIN

It was very dark at mid day

A rain that did not arrive

Yet the air was stagnant

allowed the clouds to gather

I was stifled

At midnight it arrived

Washed away a road

causing marks of tyres

as they bulldozed

the newly wet road

With in hours all was dry

Leaves were intact

holding the last few drops

At the tips , like tears

that linger on the lashes

Years later

( ART BY MARKOVICH PHOTOART – Many thanks)

PROMISE

The bike on which we sat got entangled to the carrier attached to a bus ahead of us,when the green signal flashed the bus moved and our bike almost toppled. You screamed “jump” I continued to hold on…You screamed ” Are you mad ? Jump” I sat stubbornly. Bystanders alerted the driver to stop , he halted. We were out of danger. You asked ” Why didn’t you jump?” I said , “I promised to live with you and die with you”