I am unforgettable because I left,
Under the honeyed eyes of the sun,
One lazy morning, after endlessly measuring
Every inch of you, basked in slumber.
I shall be forever forgotten
In the all and sundry stances of the days
To come and go senseless or burdenlike,
Beads on the long string of time-
My time and yours alike,
Wending its way through the Tower of Babel,
Where all love languages go to die,
Weaving like an odalisque plait
Around the neck of a higher floor.
I would have forgotten, had I stayed,
The liquid memory of us,
And this way of yours of clinging to the life
Of it, flowing from one side of me into you
And back- unravelling the core of it all.