After your marriage..

A yellow steamer

Cut across the steel like glaze of water.

Trees shed yellow leaves,

After the day of your marriage,

When I stood in unaccustomed solitude.

Your black eyelashes

And golden palms often come in memory...

The night before, your countless sufferings,

We hardly slept...

Songs of drunken men,

Taps on wooden tables,

Brought in by the night wind...

When I put mehndi in your palms.

Your vine red silk tussled as you walked...

Now it’s like looking through a kaleidoscope,

Poignant yet colorful glitters of life vividly shimmered.

As you left, I stood beneath the solitary sun,

Everything blurred...

Through the dark glass window,

Torment in your eyes reflected...

I am standing alone,

doing nothing to evade solitude.

On the broken pavement of foreshore road,

Where we once stood waiting for bus,

....We always missed bus..