Link

The only link

between you and me now

are these lines that try to remember

all the first times and the last looks.

They stray into empty canteens

graveyards and fun fairs

rooftops and radio channels.

Through flickering video reels

of never ending quarrels with

unattended wishes and gifts

you stare at the screen

in your cheap sunglass moment.

My impressions change shape

on paper, like poems and brides

like careless ink stain doodles

and a story that you read at night.

Memory-

the only link

between you and me now

is everything.

Orange

At the corner of a week

when the year was turning around

and time was drawing a circle,

from behind a gulmohar tree

an orange cat sat watching

the twilight sky

that hung from a branch.

Unlike this silence

when everything is perfect

in a room full of voices and feet

behind the glass walls

i watch your fingers strain

my orange name

through tea leaves of time.

On the trees that flower

orange mornings

when the moon is red with sleep

a spider spins chalky doodles

of papery daydreams

of a cat that watched

you and me.