at the train station
you wait, someone with a back pack
stands beside you
you glance, and she too glances at you
what happens is that
you remember someone
memories rushing inside your mind
like some monsoons
like sunshine on a heavy rain
iconic, ironic,
conical images, a frolic of flowers
a shower of red petals of roses
a wine glass of champagne
foams of soap on a perfumed tub
sounds of kisses,
a candle lighted room
with two shadows
no words to speak, plain hushing silence
you hear your heart beating like a staccato poem
you glance again
she is not there anymore
the same emptiness is contained
in your lonely heart
the train arrives, you get in
you look at the glass window, trying to figure out
what really happened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem