Interpreter of Maladies
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
DreamsA verse about growing up and losing the innocence of love...
Do you still dream of our favorite boulevard?
of holding hands, unfettered, unseen
of laughing like two maverick birds in the sky
Saying those words, taking the plunge
Of undying promises, unseen territories
two clueless wanderers in a star strewn galaxy
Do you still miss those lazy evenings?
Those walks on the old bridge
Fighting for stolen apples near the neighborhood orchard
Carving names on the old birch trees
Of hidden treasures on the rooftop
Of playing hide and seek in the palm grove
Do you miss my voice that woke you up from slumber?
Of watching movies in a dingy theatre
Of running in the rain. Opening mouths to taste the sky.
Pretending to study in the local library
My eyes fixed on you and the pages kept turning by themselves
Do you not miss times that have gone and would never return?
No matter how much I call them back
The earth and the sky. The home that I miss.
The courtyard where we grew
When love was unsaid, unheard, unfelt
It was just there. Always for us.
Why is it so that it went away
surreptitiously.
Did it not like us growing up
or was it slow enough that it failed to keep up....
