‘Soda or juice?’
Enquired the air hostess
In a sweet voice, neat dress.
‘Whiskey with soda’.
‘One or two pegs?’
‘Two, if you don’t mind’
Two pegs of whiskey, too small a base
To let my mind for a wild goose chase
But wonder how I asked the girl next to me
‘What is death, you the prettiest on earth?’
‘Death is going, going away for ever’.
‘Whither, you, charming as a peacock feather’
‘You’ll know, not now, when you go’,
She turned aside, twisting her eye brow.
‘Attractive are your eyes’.
She bloomed, looked deep into my eyes.
I said,
‘Death grabbed her from me,
But she didn’t go, she is still with me.
In the turbulent ocean of my inner deep
She rows in a small boat ;
Deep inside my soul
She shines as a pearl.
Above my hardened heart of Meru
She shines as a star.
Look up mademoiselle, can’t you see her sheen?’
‘Sorry to say old man,’ she was firm,
‘the moment she left
She ceased to be yours,
Like your exhaled air,
Like your dropped hair!
‘Cruel you’re’, she admonished
‘Your love for her has demolished
Her chance of turning a divine bird
And carry on her back the great Lord.
Be bold, free her from your hold,
Loosen the string in your hand
Let her fly far and high
She belongs to the sky,
And not to you, and not to you’