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Déjà Vu

Thirty seven years ago,
it was the same late afternoon
on a lazy Sunday
the gentle sun rays were
warming up the cool moist air…..
I remember watching,
sitting on a broken wooden bench,
a steam locomotive doing rounds
in a not so distant rail road yard,
the smoke painting wafting in the sky..
I remember hearing Rafi singing
'O Mere Jaan - e- Janana…'
I remember watching the face
of an angel as she blew air
into the furnace to start a fire

It was the same late afternoon
Twenty five years ago!
I remember watching her,
through the window of a town bus,
as she stood under the shelter…
Blocking the warm sun from
drying up her moist eyes,
with a tattered hand bag….
tired of working in a sweat shop
a lazy Sunday for everyone else…
Eyeful of smoke and dust and,
earful of Bollywood melodies
mixed with frenetic honking
by impatient bus drivers…
Knew not her name, but I am
sure it was the face of an angel!

It was the same late afternoon
A decade and five years ago…
I remember watching
the river mirroring the sun
I remember watching,
sitting on a mile stone,
her silhouette chasing my friend
along the distant rail road track,
playfully, hysterical laughter
in the foreground, drowning the
sound of murmuring water in river
Zeppelin on my mind and in my ears
Not sure if I was dazed and confused
Sure I remember, I saw an angel's face

Forty four years old now!
the same lazy Sunday afternoon
Leaves moist from a slight drizzle
tiny drops of sweat on my forehead…
Rafi's long since dead and gone,
No honking buses in this forest, only
the sound from a distant aeroplane
I can still clearly see the silent smile,
can hear her loud and clear, even
as the angel flies at sonic speed
from the light in my heart
to the shadow in my mind..…
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I saw the face in first part probably when I was five years old, the second face I saw when I was seventeen and the third one when I was twenty eight....the first belonged to my mom, the second belonged to an unknown woman and the third belonged to one of my best friends...for some strange reason, these three faces appear together in my mind whenever there is a slight drizzle on an October afternoon, with a gentle sun light. And every time this happens, I feel really blissful....
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