Monday, October 31, 2016

To each other - A Ghazal

That Srinagar bed, hours, we spread to each other,
in our kiss, years, all that was unsaid to each other,

Even broken promises are worth holding on to,
break promises like rubies and give red to each other.


Stars aligned like a prayer or the cursed moon,
what was it that night that we were led to each other.

Death lends grace to love, a silent indemnity,
no more fear of what we could have said to each other.

Your voice, now forgotten, was the last to go,
It's silent now, that amethyst night we read to each other.

Akhil, what did you give to him, what did you get?
"My heart for his," That's it? "And head too..." Each other?