The fierceness of the wind
The iciness of the air
The melancholia of the clouds
The heavens weeping in spiritlessness
The wails rebounding off lifeless trees
The wait cleaving your heart apart
They beckon waiting for the stringless lyre.

Your naivete was your deed
Your solitude was your birth
Your anguish lingered on for me
Your fragrance lay ensconced in the rivulet
Your vision buried in the bearing
Your anger screeched out in anguish
Your path lay untainted to be retreaded.

I ambled over the seductive path of destruction
I glanced this way, frantically the other
I searched for the moon in disappearing clouds
I strained my wisdom to fathom the wails
I let the swirling waters roll past
I quietly retraced my steps over your path
I will let the shimmer return for you one day.

Subir Ghosh is a Delhi-based columnist. He blogs at www.write2kill.in.