Remembrance

As I walked the roads of this city
Taking in the convoluted smells
and polluted air
With PM 2.5 levels hovering above the danger mark.
I tasted some of its offerings.

Suddenly out of nowhere,
I recalled your round, little face and  the plump  shape of your body.
Your recognizable walk and quiet mannerism
Seemingly hiding boisterous energy inside.

I recalled that train ride
And how I scribbled in my notebook as the train started departing from the station.
Your memories that day
Filled me with sadness and emptiness
Creating a permanent void somewhere
Deep in my heart.

As I walked the familiar roads again
My mind goes back to the time
I first saw you,
Rather felt you
With the cold day stretching
Into the evening of uncertainty.

And then followed the days
Of agony and ecstasy
The joy of seeing you
Again
With the knowledge that I
Shall never see you again
Till serendipity works its wonder.

As I walked the streets again
I remembered you
For you had created a
Permanent void inside me.

A Rainy Morning

As the first rains of the season touched my cheeks

I remembered the soft velvety touch of your lips

Moving around to soothe my frayed nerves.

The rains were falling in really tiny droplets,

Not enough even to wet the cheeks.

It formed a delicate rhythm

Like a slowly moving track

Of a song from the old times.

I remembered you Mary Oliver

I remembered your longs walks

Your everyday affair with the nature

Its bounties, its beauties shone ever

so gloriously in your delicious poems.

I looked around and saw

The world coming to life.

The green leaves beaming with joy

As if they had received a new lease of life.

Cleared of all the dust and grime that settle

On these beautiful leaves (a gift of the modern city).

They were inviting to the eye.

Looking truly resplendent,

As if their core was happy.

And their happiness slowly

Permeated the surroundings,

Radiating from the faces of the people.

Forming puddles of happiness here and there.

I looked at the green grass

Which was making every attempt

To see the world through it tiny shoots

Slowly but steadily making their way

Out of the earth.

And the people seemed to be happy

After all the city gives little reason

For them to be happy

And the rainy morning

Gave them one.

And I was happy.