Twosome Poem by GURDEV CHAUHAN

It was about to turn noon
we met
time squeezed itself to sit by us
at our table
We said something
We heard something
Our wanderings came closer
and mingled.
Loneliness hugged loneliness.
Our words grew wings
You turned into a river
I took dives in it
some mind-dizzying spins.
Flowers showered.
Some I took, some you did
some the wind,
scattered for memories.
Memory that reeked of
the fragrance.

I became a bird,
flew about your orbit
drunk with the fragrance.
Flying, I sat on a flowered tree
You were that tree