Thursday, March 13, 2014

Strangers

Drawing by Meena
In the day's heat
I sought myself in you.
Strangers we were, still are
silhouettes in each other's eyes.
Remnants of a deflected time. 
Monotony
Nonexistence is
claustrophobic.

I fear remaining an outline.
Your warmth lingers
uncaptured,
fading into opacity.
I know 1 will burn
till the fire burns in me.

-Meena Chopra


What was It?

Graying evening.
Drawing by Meena
Shades of black fading. 
Starkness of night! 
Neutrality spread
All over our faces.
Unrecognizable.

What was it?

You recognized
I did not?
Was my vision hazy?
Or I looked at the haze?
Perhaps
We are beginning
a new end.
-Meena Chopra