*She taught him to love …and when he learnt how to…she found true love in the arms of another.
This is a verse from his perspective…*
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 un-tamed locks
tumbled on an unquiet heart once
during seamless flaming dusks…
I SING FOR THOSE SCENTS LOST
WHERE HAS MY ETERNITY GONE ?
This damp evening however…
the ragas echoing her laugh
blow like tiny whirlwinds
filling every crevice of HIS INFINITYs
I SING FOR MY NOTES LOST
I THOUGHT THE SKIES WERE FOREVER MINE
IN VAIN DO I WAIT AGAIN
FOR THOSE WAVES…THOSE SKIES…
KNOWING YES…
KNOWING…