by M.Mohankumar
Do you remember the promises you made
on the afternoon of our parting?
I am unable to figure out this silence.
The past lies before me, clueless,
a territory I have visited a hundred times.
Offish you could be with strangers,
as you were with me, when I saw you first,
on the corridor of the music hall,
the evening concert about to start.
You breezed past me, your eyes glinting.
as if you were someone in particular.
The image of a supercilious woman
remained In my mind. Nothing more.
Surprisingly, the two paths converged;
and there you were, in close proximity,
but cold and somewhat disdainful,
keeping me on tenterhooks, even when
you knew how I stood with you
Or were you, still unsure, trying to size
me up, hiding behind a cold front?
When, the thaw came after a long wait
and the mask dropped off your face,
I thought you could never be indifferent
to one who really cared for you.
Why, then, the sudden parting,
the sudden rush back home, so far away?
And this unending silence?
Do you remember the promises you made
on the afternoon of our parting?
