and You

My nocturnal fortunes were never fair:

I couldn't ever see

Srinagar skies with you,

gifting you shapes in the stars

sliced like cakes,

whichever shape you wished.

Stars, skies and shapes 

I lost everything;

I lost the shape that emerged

out of your womanly body

into motherhood.

Your gustatory shift from tea to coffee,

I lost too,

your sartorial mutations.

I lost your acquisition 

of driving licence

or the coordination you acquired 

between your hands, feet and eyes

that was absent

in your life.

The alignment of your lips and tongue

is not the same as I left them quivering then,

I have lost the sound

of words

that you pronounce differently now.

I lost in a lifetime

what others gain in one

And you

And you

And you

DREAMSCAPES

Have you ever had that dream

so sad, that you cry

waking yourself up?

I had one last night

where we couldn't meet 

yet again

for many dream years

again and again.

In many surreal restaurants

under bizarre cielings,

I searched for you

only to find myself sipping alone -

the tea served for two.

I wandered the cloudy pavements

riddled with the embers of vestigial desires.

Centuries of dreamscapes

proliferating in a moment

and in every century, every moment -

Loneliness.

Only the dream, not even the dreamer.

I cried

Waking myself up to a life

much like dreams.