PING PONG GONDHO

The title-story from my book of short-stories

Requisition

The most basic thing to ask---

Is it yours or everyone else's'?

Does it toy with you or everyone else?

The questions bounce back from

The surface of the hairy wall

Tagore's king is silent

Beyond the unruffled flow of sensations

When you ask

The most basic thing

You get the most basic answer

Silence in between the whitened bricks

Loss

She tells me,

Things are lost:

Once lost,

Lost for ever.

For good.

The night of light

And the rains

Starlit.

Lost for Good.

She tells me,

All good lost.

Torn petals

Seal my lips.

Moonlight on hers.

For ever lost,

In all that good.

Days of loss

To be lost again

In nights of good

For good be lost!

Till the window-smell

Loses itself in the fog.

Since our ways are lost,

Let us hold hands again.

Once more,

One last time,

For good and ever.