hijibiji

I'm amazed and disenchanted..
It has a life to follow...a route to be taken..a manzil to be reached..
Colours have their glory speaking out to humans
I have lost my name and meaning
Mirrors are cleaned everyday with yellow newspapers
Nails are longer and whiter
You cannot separate me from my little hungry wings
I am no more I, me, you, he, she,
I sip cough syrup one, two, three,
The rat is eating the torn and eaten doormat
It once talked to me about its colourful checks, and white
There is life watched and waited for outside the mosquito net and black shoes
I am enchanted and fascinated
To sit on the stairs of the white Catholic Church in Hazratganj
There was coffee to be sipped and conversations to be finished while walking
I have not read Gita, or Bible or Quran
The Whiskey Lullaby sings to you
Read your feet; it has a different story
I died falling from the eighth floor
There were incomplete conversations and desires and arguments
I walked on the river which once talked with the colourless sea in a lonely beach
I bought and sold my portraits and paintings at your doorstep
You will fail hundred times if you search for the meaningless you in my colourless feet
I will sing to you instead bondhu esho jole bhasi dukh bhasanor sukhe..