THE TREE OF SEPARATION

If we ever happen to meet

ten decades after a decade

of separation,

under that tree

with twenty autumns inside it

assuming the shape of an eye

covered with wrinkles,

I have so many things to ask you.

Ask for example;

What happened to that tooth

hollowed by the cavity

akin to my heart?

Does it still throb with an aching pulse

Or did you fill it

with all the remorse of your life?

Did you ever adore yourself

with that sari that I gifted.

You must have missed the bindi

that still lies clinging

to the passport sized photo of you

inside my ragged wallet.

Did you finish that novel?

That soundtrack

Do you still listen to it?

That box

containing all the knick-knacks

and trinkets,

does it still smell Me?

Did you this and

did you that

about such and such things,

the list will go on

And the tree, our milestone of separation 

may see twenty autumns more.

But when you will arrive,

I know,

all these questions -

I will never be seasoned enough

to ask.

I know

It will only be about your eyes:

Did you ever go to that

opthalmology test that we booked together?

And you will look at me

with those eyes

squinting 

and I will have to acknowledge 

the power of your sight.

In all my nakedness

I will wilt

like a closed eyelid.

FOR THE LOVE OF ANIME

Let's go then
You and I
When the world hangs low
And interrupts the vision
Like glass shards of reality
Embedded violently in Retina.

Let's jump then
From the concrete lines
Of this physical world
Into the world of anime
Where I can weep buckets
And you can sleep with me
Without any sexual connotation.
A world where
Every expression has music
Chasing cats can lead
To strange lands.

Let's cycle the cities romantically.

Let's go then
You and I
Into a world
Still in its adolescence.

ANALOGY

It always happens:
Feed the pigeons
And they will shit your windows.

The crumbs of love
Eyes and tears:
It always happens