Janani

Bridging the
gaps, an attempt, amidst
lifetimes of love
unexpressed.

Without,
those treacherous
teardrops, let us
now begin
where you and I,
said goodbye last.
Let us try and calm
those countless
expectations, waiting
in melancholy stupor
on that turning
where yours
were cradled
and mine were
crushed.

And yet, summers ago,
with shadows sprinkled on
the ground,
we had picked flowers,
tiny and pretty,
the fragrance of which
doesn't leave my hands.