The Disposables

What we were talking about

Just before sometime

Now, there is no word, no sound

Only a white noise of radio fills the air

Just before sometime

We were sitting here,

And the bonsai orange plant grew up to a tree,

Its leaves and branches reached out of the window

And it was all orange and

An afternoon in orange colour...

Now I see you standing below the street light

The city is wrapped in dusty fog.

From my sky high balcony I look at you

And the clock, hanging from my wall,

Melts down...

Just before sometime

A ball of thread dropped from my hand

And rolled down,

Like a little girl hopping through the staircase

Enmeshing me in a web of thoughts

A spider spins a web on my window

And a yellow butterfly searching for its way out

Just got stuck…

A noisy bird sitting on the electricity wire

Flew away, just before sometime

I cannot recall its name...

Just before sometime

The smoke coiled up;

Coiled up to the sky

And in a tempest

Everything blew away.

Everything… my bed, my table, my roof...

The wind rushed in through the window

And blew away the words from my notebook

The sodden floor got littered with words...

Just before sometime

A ball of thread dropped from my hand

And rolled down the staircase,

Following you…

         

I did not see you leaving

I can only smell the fragrance of your absence.

From here, I see the train leaving

Like a snake going inside a tunnel

Carrying the boxes of cacophony...

What we were talking just before sometime

Please try to remember; I got nothing is in my mind

Let us try to get back to our conversation

What we were talking just before sometimes...