The raindrops kept falling on your shadow

My body kept clanging like the tin of your house

My heart’s music beat unrelenting unwavering

Between you and me, there was the veil of cascading droplets

For a fleeting moment, your lower lip twitched

You made a mark on the bole of the tree

And then shot at it right through

Shooters have an inherent finesse in love

But to love is a matter of practice, you proffered

I released all my grievances into the Arabian Sea

The sky is a potful of water

The earth hiccoughs

Who could be remembering her?

One by one she takes all names

Forgets mine

Nobody could perceive how close I’d been, how near

The one who’s so close so near could also remember

Pretence is not a name 

Of any limb or body part

Monsoon is a sip of water

And winter, a mound of dry cough in the chest

*When one hiccoughs, it is believed that someone is remembering that person.