In the spaced out breath The skipped beat The emptiness Of the heart I still hear a language Unique, the voice of the heart My mind deciphers As loss Loss, in the by-lanes of Koregaon Park Covered with trees The roads wind their way Away from the milling crowd These roads sheltered ' Even hidden Silenced by nature And the hands of time They store in their memory Our footprints. Our shaded walks; our quiet whispers Loss, in the high hill of Hanuman tekdi The seven layered Japanese temple Holds our story' All seven layers of our love Coincide with the seven levels Between heaven and earth And each we have touched; each touched us Oh! Morning joggers Tread softly, lest you trample on our love Loss, in the laughter The tears at Goodluck Restaurant The maska pau outside Poona station The biting breeze cutting us As we sit hurdled together In the autorickshaw Going home after pau bhaji At Poona's chaupati The happy smooch in the freezing cold Warm up our hearts Our real home Time has frozen; so has my heart Like a film holding on to a frame Like a poet's kiss When time dissolves in timelessness Frozen. Distilled to a single word - Loss I feel it in my veins
