Separation-
He did not see me
Or heard
Neither he thought of me
Nor dreamt
He did not show familiarity
Rather cut my way.
There was no trace of pain
Instead moved faster in rain.
His face was pail
Lips were dry
I thought he wanted to cry.
His all done was in vain
When my soul felt his
Through eyes the strain
He claimed.
I found myself following
Him for allowing
Unveiling.
Droopingly not abominably
He said-
In that brumal evening’s
Chance meeting
When the moon had
ceased to move
Birds just had peeped
In the mango groves
Pets clustering in pensive moods
Peacock dancing in thick woods
Broken music of far
Drum – beating falling in the ears
Abidance if my hopeful heart
Had murmured in cracking words
Why this separation
– Because they want.