A Post Mortem Report

"Sometimes even a relationship of years, breaks abruptly one day.. the ties seem to snap all of a sudden leaving one in the lurch.. a void which eats you from within just like the termites..Even though life moves on afterwards and we force a smile on our lips telling ourselves that we had been only through a bad dream..but can our minds stop reminiscing of the past and analysing what went wrong, being well aware of the futility of it ?"

THE POEM

1

The rains fail to drench me now

No matter how long I wet myself in the deluge I keep my ears strained for any reverberations Of the time that'll never come back.. The cacophony of the opening and closing of lift.. The monotonous exchange of pleasantries, the irritating guffaws... Watching myself through the frivolous keyhole with awe As I fail to turn the key..open the door to your room

2

The smell of approaching rains bring back your reminiscences Do you remember the day the dupatta of your salwar, my first gift to you, got smeared in sand on the beach ? Your love bites on my chest have never healed yet.. A cyclone is on the cards today, the weather report warns Pulling at the rough oars..sailing my boat through the pitch-black waters of life.. Alone

3

I've quitted smoking since long.. Till today I 've been continuosly getting burnt and doused Wine, ganja, opium, snake's kiss.. Made myself immune to all addictions that kept your thoughts away My boss's scorn towards me.. Despite daily two hours of overtime without pay Your addiction even powerful than the poison of nicotine I can't grow out of, no matter how much I try My blood is getting drained out of my body.. As I watch in desperation from under the shower

4

Our relationship is dying it's slow, painful death The sound of distant bells of the evening 'aarti' filters in through the heavy air Or is the temple too near ? Every evening the purohit performs the ritual with elan Like on the day of our 'grihapravesh' 'What! You aren't married yet ? Chee..Chee' The old lady from the neighborhood had made a face Only office colleagues had been present that day.. As we entered our new life deprived of our families' blessings That day our promises of sharing everything together !!! Our happiness..sorrows.. duties.. responsibilities !!! How many renaissances do men and women need to really equal each other ?

5

That night of festivities..when I'd reached home late And discovered the kohl washed away by your tears Was perhaps the day when our expectations got briny You have packed your luggage and brisked away indifferently Like your half-used lipstick, perfume and hair dye I too have been thrown away as my expiry date was over My feelings get burnt before my eyes..a little by little.. like a fag My lips are burning..I'm unable to hold you longer Slowly the fire is consuming all my tears I search in vain for the fire station's contact number

6

Since the day the door closed between us I've been slithering my way over the hard, unyielding surface like a reptile Expecting to find that vent through which I can reach you Like a bird I'd spread my wings in the huge expanse of the sky to find your depth I haven't noticed when I'd lost you from my sight like the thin line of horizon separating the sky from the earth.. I've only two things left in my life now An old, scratched CD that doesn't play anymore And an incomprehensible post-mortem report

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