The Red Deeps

(A grove where Philips and Maggie used to meet)

Mill on the Floss

Why men mummify their past ?

Build mausoleums in their minds and heart ?

Why they nurture the ashes of time?

And always breathe hard and fast ??

... I was yet to learn.

Your presence, always alone

Longing for Maggie's side

In Red Deeps,where limps

Had made a bed for autumn

Embarks a journey for tears ...

Your pure eyes, frustrated

By the loss of "single chance of happiness"

when rise to watch two birds singing

Just above the head-branch

I learnt -

the Power of the Moments

Their Might and before them

A meek, timid , and prone I.

Yeah philips! I can't see any deformity

In your poetic look

- In your unsaid words

Which always struggled,with palpitations

Victoriously asserted themselves

In the rudeness of Time.

I'm not shocked at all

To see myself in Red Deeps

Following an old philosophy -

Longings can never be brushed aside -

Which was some day, strangled, I found, Could never die

But became an Oasis of Life.