You

There are certain spaces,
Certain empty vacuous corners,
That reek of ‘something-missing’.

Drowning dark of night,
Dreary dearth of light,
Scarcity of laughter,
Paucity of beauty,
Chewy blandness of old bread –
All,
Worm into me,
And I am left – a rotting guava.

In absence of rhyme,
In brokenness of speech,
In wide-eyed uncertainty,
In silence,
Knowing, unknowing…

I long,
For the 'something-missing'
That I hope
Is you.

May 24, 2010.