You smelt musky like a mystery
and had a cloud of gray swallowing you
from the cigarette swallowing your lungs.
If that smell floated off of anyone else,
I would've been repulsed by the cancer stick.
You didn't notice my eyes' constant gaze
of the crevices of your pale face.
I thank God I got out with your Facebook page,
I don't know what I would do if I couldn't contact you.
I would probably feel like I do now that you're gone.
I feel hungry for attention
And crave that scent that lingers in my nose.

"Education is an orbit of teachers and students. You are constantly learning from others and circulating that knowledge."
Jl 2004

Your father
Is ordering
Gold bangles  
For you

You ought to be glad

The glimmer
In that eyes
When you were born
While putting those
Tiny bangles on you
For the first time
Are inimitable

I feel envious
Of that bangle
And that world of yours
Without me.

I declare war
With your father
For no reason

Although certain
That I would disappoint as usual
I too had bought
A karivala
In the third life itself
Sure that you would come

I’ll wear
That
On your hand
On the morning
Of
The fourteenth life

I have preserved the karivala
In saline water
Lest it
Gets blighted

I deserve the honor
Of being the first poet
To have preserved a black bangle
Meant for his girl friend
In saline water.


trans : Shyma  p

"Why surrender for less, when you have the potential to pursue more."

                                           © Jl 2005