Afterwards

The Gulmohor still stands tall 
and blooms in front of my house and
it perhaps still misses me gazing 
at it and at times, touching it to feel
the morning dew on it. It perhaps wonders 
why I am not seen any more, walking
over the red carpet of flowers that it
spread every morning for me.

Perhaps the owner of that  tiny little kiosk
on that highway to Malawi wonders, if I have
stopped buying cigarettes, since I don't visit
him any more. Yes, I have stopped the vice
long ago, but thoughts of him still makes my
lung heavy with smoke. 
My cat Mano, who left home and got lost in
the wilderness of Chongwe, perhaps came back
and sneaked in through the window, hoping to be
once again sitting near my neck while I watched TV.
Perhaps, he even waited for me after I left
home without saying "goodbye" to him.

As time passes through the desolate Savannah,
the breeze that dances over its tall grasses, perhaps
still looks for me to hold its hand to take it to the 
horizon and dip it into the free flowing Zambezi
to come up again for a fresh breather.
Looking at the empty tent next to the centurion
Baobab, the group of wandering Warthogs perhaps
still sniffs for some movements inside, expecting
me to come out any time with my cameras. They
perhaps, still keep posing for a photograph.

And you, perhaps still wonder about me and if I
was really ever there, or was I just a figment
of your imagination!

A human song

As the days pass me by,
and the nights still
halt at my door steps,
the seven chakras act
in unison,
rendering its own ragas-
its own unique solfege in
human form.
In the end,
love spurts in an
empty space, filled with
hope and hopelessness.

Shades

The colour of the ocean
when I was there yesterday,
was a deeper shade of
Blue than it is today,
just like the sky
which changes its colour
with the advent of the
clouds in it.
But both the ocean and
the sky remain intensely
original in all its shades,
keeping inside in their
huge embraces,
the beginning of life and
its end.
Likewise,
my mind's colours also
change only in their edges,
while fiercely remaining loyal
to all its inner shades,
as you relentlessly keep
appearing and disappearing
in my dreams,
as also in my waking hours
where you remain an entity
no where to be seen.