Erasure
Thoughts of you are stitching an afternoon for me
longing for you has shred it into pieces—
Silence has morphed and shaped itself around me
embracing me like your strong arms
Constant buzzing of the fly
trapped between the thin wire screen
Shattered mercilessly by this boisterous gale
that has left this room in despair
How much of you has been erased from my memory already?
Who can possibly measure that?
Time itself becomes indecipherable for me
and I’m losing you by the minute
A pale yellow stock of photos thinning
with every passing minute
Saved as the triggers in my chequered box
my doctors want me to visit them as a memory exercise
A bluebird trills its morning song next to my window
a tune that I fondly remember and hum along
I see yourself in me—
standing in front of the mirror
Like a fogged memory,
waiting for thick warm hands of yours
to come and dust off the chequered box, again.