I know not
the place you reside in
I know not your
address
Your phone number is changed
My mails to you bounce
I am familiar not with any of your
relatives
I am acquainted not with any of your
friends
I know not who you sleep with
Dear
Are you in the same job?
Haven’t changed your hairdo right?
Have your food habits changed?
What does your new house look like?
Do you still grow plants? Do you
still keep dogs?
Do you still chew your nails?
Oh, do you still go cranky at your period
times?
That private word of ours, you still
dish it out?
What kind of dresses adorn you
nowadays?
Have you deserted your books?
Do you still keep the only photo of
mine you once held on to?
If at all you want to meet me,
have you thought of any means?
But really
Is it the same universe
we nested before?
Dear, can you believe
That we transcended each other
Through these bodies?
Can you believe that we laid a finger
on a time within us
With these same hands of ours?
Not being with you is filled with
more wonders
Than having been with you
Translated by R.
Abilash