No Sunflowers

Dear readers  -  that includes you JB,
I was a little busy scuttling between Bangalore and Tumkur, where my home is. I could not update regularly. Just found this on a scrap of paper between the pages of a dusty old book. The date on the page said I had written it during my University senior year. [...]

A MESSAGE….

Sometimes, when I
Am feeling restless,
Let me listen
to your voice.
Let me unburden,
Slowly.
*   *   *
My words do not
Speak to you
We don’t listen
To silence either…
What is it
That remains
Between us?
*   *   *
A Glowworm
Twinkles,
Glued to my window
After the lights
Are gone…
Maybe it has
Longings,
like me.
*   *   *
How everything
With you
Might be, I wonder,
When I am not
Around…
Since
I’m not my old self
Anymore.