Naira

This eerie night
I can pen any poem
that I wanted you to sing for me.
I can paint your
black duppatta
and the magics you had beyond it.
I hear your chuckles,
your sigh and breath. ample, sumptuous,
decadent lean,these
words have me
between
wanting to
say more
and just
crawling ashore.
each wave,curls your mapped
algorithm.

You had entered me
and inhabited comfortably,
When I yearned for
my lost beats.
your voice burnt
beneath each layer
of my memories skin.
You disappeared,
and I stood between
tulip flowers and dream sequences.

I wander for you
on the Dal lake side,
in icy nights,
through Zafron strands,
inside the echoes of Parimahal.
I look for you,
in my incomplete dreams
and unfolded within.