did i hang your photo on a broken wall
which was cracked by the load
of memories
that you had difficulty in bearing with
all this while
let me take it off and place
it in a trunk
which i will immerse in a river
on a full moon night so that when it sinks,
the waves will lift it up
and let it float for as long as
the time stays still
have you seen glaciers melting
have you seen the glaciers melting
after the storms of silence have wiped clean
the face of mountains
that stood witness to the torment
that you had to face
for no fault of yours
i could not embalm the body that was bruised
but then rest you must get
peace too
even if it means
you have to do
all that you donot like
like tearing the pages from diary
in which you worte the verses
of a joy abandon
the storms will pass but not the moments in streams
the storms will pass but not
the moments in streams
that flow down the slopes
having no regard for the beams
on which rested the vila
you lived along with birds
nests are not torn
but the tears of memories wronged
torment you no less
why not take leave
of the lazy lakes
that will remain still
even when the storms
pass