When you leave this place
will the plants mourn you
or you them
In time I will lament
the loss of things held close
for now this realm deserves no sympathy
Will monkeys still hang from the bars
looking for the woman with golden hair
and blue eyes
One should think not
that woman moved long ago
in darkness of night
Will the walls
of every room
reverberate with sounds of love
And echoes of tears
I would say so
both have purged within blue walls
Time is transient
as are feelings
but never memories
in nostalgia
the heart finds comfort
survival at hand
Dew - like
silk and soft moments
midnight tea and bedtime toast
4 a.m. hindi songs
gently hummed
as eyes remained closed
Where do we go now
Beyond the clouds
Maybe
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