Unending Letter

Kenebo Rajkumar *

Engrave me a letter after here from there
If you find an undying home
Postman might arrive near an unlock door
Or towards a new gateway of the village
All and sundry might be forgotten my name and dynasty
Though all the villagers would recognize your name
Propel to your own name followed by my address-

Did I put creepy stories on your fresh life?
Had you ever found shadow of tears in between the stories
Could you been to yesteryears of those miracle days?
Sympathetically do not construct even a word
During the sunshine and smile-
You would have endless impulsive words
During the august rain and midnights
Might be during your sunup mirror-

How long you'll take to inscribe that letter,
How many years would take to complete it?
A happiest life with one daughter and two sons
Or an incomparable good husband with colorful stories?
Tell me not but, compassionately engrave to me-

Were we in the offing for the next spring?
And never seems a long day today.
Was there a spring before I reached there?
Rode a horse by me everyday in a soldier attire,
Turned around at ever seen places
By the window side of queen's residence
To let me wet in the autumn's rain
Until your eyes become mine-

Deadlock and dilemma are not be yours
Those old roads would be smooth like sooner than
The alike stars, moon and sun be brighten above the patio
Don't forget to look after the litter
Playing far in a narrow street
Go gather them, no word comes to you
That's a day, sunny day of a mother, of a house wife.

Find out an ancient pen, would be found inside your old suitcase
With dried petals of boundless roses of the past green ages
Are you able to feel immeasurable nostalgic among the old stuffs?
Mark down each moments without edgy and compunction
Be kindheartedly follow the story-
Old pictures, old hand written letters, old gifted dresses
Everything you had kept I know since the first day-

Lettering for whom so long never endingly
Probing for what inside old belongings and briefcases
You staring so impatiently on my elderly images
And shading tears as looking on ear rings of thirties
Why are you reading my aged diary pages?

I could hear on an adore and deplorable tone

That's reply-

Force me not to complete this heaviest letter
Still I on arms of my devil protector
Pen will go on till I stop blinking my eyes
Yet my face could hide on this bare chest of yours
Don't let me split I from you by a perfect letter
I will not desirous for the final sign of my name.
It would be an unending letter as I beat in you…

-13/9/12-Thursday