by Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Once,
you knew my heart
the ways I knew
the streets to your home.
Every street lamp burning,
even the ones that did not burn,
though it had turned deep night
was watered in your name.
Every moment of rain
had us scamper and hide,
among star grass.
We did not bleed then.
Love was a rain belt
tightening our young darkness.
Wandering with your pretty hands
outstretched in the mist
How well you played
that blindfold game then
every street lamp burning my name
on your way home.
From:
The Zong
Copyright ©:
Gopikrishnan Kottoor
Last updated May 02, 2015