39B मे प्रेम | Love in 39B

By and | 1 October 2016

Waking on the long haul
earphones perkily askew
like a skittled mantis
realise it was Traviata
the lisping, wistful trance
that slipped between my ear and sleep
not the glory of the voice
but your rhapsodic face
that first time I saw you listening
face uplifted, aloft
I could only watch
as you flew
and even then
day two
there would be no other face
between me and dream.

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