(She taught him to love...when he perfected it...she found another...)
The raindrops taste salty
Ah !so salty like
the many seas lashing
her gaze…her kiss…her touch
I SING FOR MY SHORES LOST
WERE THOSE WAVES EVER MINE?
This Sawan –in perennial chaos
bearing the fragrance of her tousled locks
on an unquiet heart
during seamless blazing dusks…
I SING FOR THOSE SCENTS
WAS THE SKY EVER MINE ?
This damp evening …
the ragas that echo her laugh
blow like tiny whirlwinds
...fill every crevice
... of HIS INFINITYs
I SING FOR MY NOTES LOST
I THOUGHT THE WINDS WERE FOREVER MINE
IN VAIN DO I WAIT AGAIN
FOR THOSE WAVES…THOSE SKIES…
KNOWING YES…
KNOWING…
This poem impresses me, Sridevi! So very touching!