I am not Present on this Page
by Debashish Haar — Read all 156 poems by Debashish Haar
Monday, November 21, 2005
I’ve been in the mountains to escape,
avoiding the small mud puddles
drinking the earth in seasonal rains.
Often I visit MG Road,
avoiding the Coffee Day where
we shared a favorite table
hiding from the commercial roar.
Killing my time with friends
I see you cross that road
in crimson Kurta and blue Levi Strauss.
Changing my image to escape
I retire back to my door
and knock to find no one
has lived there for five years.
I am one of those numbers
that numerates added to decimate
the literates in this age.
I am not present on this page
burning in my absence.
Copyright ©2004, Debashish Haar, All Rights Reserved
Eileen
Reindeer
I retire back to my door
and knock to find no one
has lived there for five years.
This is quite a captivating, and thought provoking write, Debashish. And I think deep losses in life can make one feel like this, if we let them.