the colour harmony!!

In every love There is a point in future when you learn to unlove The day you undo the probable Neruda in you And stare back at the road Withdrawn, like a festival ground Abandoned by the kite runners And bustling girls. But then, rivers don't happen Unless it rains. Over The bamboos, the honey bees and your face You need to flow, dash through the woods And jump over cities, before the pace recedes into the swirls of the deep. Darling dear, getup And kiss the skies Let the heavens come down To conspire against you Leave your mantle for her olive To end like a morning mist be the primordial fire Of her genesis.

It's not like sparrows leaving the country side Nor the bulbuls for another tree. But like fishes on fishing boats Or the antelope before the leopard race. You leave a last time. From home From work From love The legend says of eternal sleep But it's just a case of memory loss The indifference that creeps into a frozen valley. The faceless exodus of another race. 

photographs of people long passed away adorn the night rain sweeping in memories. are they together, still ? arm in arm as the frame contains? on a grey afternoon, among the champa trees. the mother hugging her precious jewel on to the warmth of her bosom. the decades in between, the picture and the present An era fading, in a family album losing to termites suddenly bloom like violets, tossing out of the frozen time. the cradle, the talcum and the smell of love. you stare on to those frames searching a milieu-                            of corridors                            petticoats                            evenings                            jasmines and     ...