“This poem is after Journey’s End (1913 – 1914) by Abanindranath Tagore.”
I thought our journey would end soundless
instead it ended the way camel halts
after his master’s done journey like
roll of honey on an uneven dish
we never knew we could keep large thirst
inside us the way gravity holds world
language is living here out of habit
now a rarity, tamed for formalities
are you hungry, feeling ok
remember, palm-shadows on long sand dunes
our bodies accepted light around us
and sweated feelings, busy in mourns
for loss of home inside hot wind
through touch of us to drown in a nowhere
with guarantees of return in elsewhere
tumbled heat towards us like civilization to humans
all I want to say is the notes that never found
our mouths chosen by our hearts erstwhile
grow like loud cold we failed melt
like our humped egos, soon the sun
shall take refuge behind the night canvas
and all that is fire and silence
shall turn to peace, look the weather
rises like memory of our lost heaven
its crescendo clear in its stroked approach
