I left a losing thing in the shadow
of leaves of the lone standing teak,
it was a pond of reminiscence that
snatched it from me, that losing
thing, now submerged, lost from me.
an ant answered the call when I
arrived at the wooden frame prop-
-ed as entry way to your soul, and
I knocked a repeated knock, but
there was no opening, no close.
will you return that what I left?
can you walk on the ice of my hand,
which pulsates like venom in cold?
I neither expect nor prod, I am
a hermit walking by and from you.
I remind all of me that still is with
you, so to ask you to return to
me that drops I left, that smile I
left in the lightness of your arms,
return to me that tempest of my eyes.
return back to me all I left, or not,
I’ll be asleep in the end, and aware
of all that I have left in this valley
nuzzling the horizon, rearing the
river of a memory(me) in its womb.
I began to write keeping some other image in mind, but my muse took me somewhere else. After scrutinizing carefully through the wondrous collection of Totomai Martinez, I came across this photograph.
May be, the muse responded to the song I was humming a few minutes back. It is one of my favorites; it is in Hindi but English subtitles are added in this video:
And I ended up watching the entire movie. 😉
For dverse Poetics.