Like a salesman of hope


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.

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