What’s there in me when I am not alive?
I whisper like the jasmine petals
Mixed with some sandlewood
With a few drops of smell of an old page
And some coffee beans
Maybe it’s like re- visiting an old familiar street
In night, searching something unknown yet known
Somewhere, in all those colourful bright night lamps
So gently, I keep you like an evening
With me for a while, and then I hide
I have to, somewhere in the grey sky
It is always blue, sometimes red is my sky
it has to, till, you don’t come back
Like tides I live
I lose my existence as soon as you try to define me
Especially in the new places
I whisper in your ears so softly,
“please, don’t find me”
I fear I might lose you again
You say you won’t leave me
But all things must pass
So you and I live for a while
Till this smell keeps whisperings things
To me and you
When you lose your favourite smell
Smell that whispers like morning dews
That touches your morning blues
Tell me, where will you find me,
Say, where shall I find you, again?
Do you ever find the same smell again?
The same whispers touching your fingers, your hair
Do you really feel the same touch ever again?
Say, can you hear me
Can you still feel my smell,
In memories, in letters that I sent
My letters whisper do you remember me?
My pitch is not high now, I can’t scream
I can’t cry now
For all these years my touch has always been used
I am the one brutalised
I fear I might lose my voice soon
But that won’t stop me asking to my people
To come back in valley again
Till my last breath, I will not lose a single hope
My sky is still red, I will not die
I will still whisper, if can’t scream
But tell me
After you left that street
Did you leave me too?
Will you comeback for me, to me?