In a
Gray evening
Cold and arctic
Hushed and silent
As he was
With an orange reflection
Of the fire place
And empty coffee mugs
Moments slithered from the lap of trice
And congealed in the air
With the unheard words
Suddenly he left …..My old Friend
Something slipped from the pocket behind
A movie ticket or a bookstore bill ….
I thought n leaned …………………..
Fade words…childish script ……………..
“That was the note I passed him years ago”*

21 August 2008

irum inayat

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