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Past participle

on February 22, 2010
I’m tired of having you in my head.

Strains of your voice sprinkled like stardust on waves of fluid music. Psychedelic keyboards, exotic guitars, a flash of bass, the clash of drums. Wisps of beetle eyes and the echo of a laugh, dimples and all, resound noiselessly in the quiet green next to your name. Ours is a relationship whose charm lies in years of silence, chasms of memory and seven lines of conversation.

Do you live with ghosts in your here-and-now, my friend? Mine come to visit sometimes; they kept their dates better earlier. Gently, they bring forth fleeting glimpses of delicate, sun-burnt fingers, seemingly born for the piano but which came alive in the guitar. Snatches of calmly husky humour that made me smile as I read, as I watched, as I remembered.

They nudge me into looking you up, these apparitions of grey; amiably volunteering to peel away the layers that bleach the rose-tint in one’s mind. Bleak around the edges, vaguely visible from the centre in not-quite washed out colour are pictures of rides on your father’s old motorbike, walks down sloping roads past parks of green, shared cubicle spaces and a lifetime of words unsaid. Seconds which passed by quickly in another life, taking us away along with it.

From the other end of the universe, I cannot see who you are today. But if my ghosts happen to come by looking for you, my friend, I hope they find you well.


2 responses to “Past participle

  1. Ramya says:

    I know this is so going to sound mushy, but am going to risk making this comment. it’s like a written version of a half smile reserved for those instances when we think of / see friends we can no longer afford to keep. Love it.

  2. Aparajita says:

    you should try your hand at poetry, really.

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