Staring At The Return Path Poem by Abdullah Jamil

Clarinet of meeting together is broken
So, the violin of disconnection is played
Finally, the wire of sorrow is torn
‘Behaga’, ‘Basant’, ‘Khambaja’, ‘Darbari’ aren’t played anymore.

What joy was in the short messages
The long love letters are now just history
The heart has turned its face with excuse of bad mood
The one-sided cell phone is ringing continuously.

Gauri, drinking cocktail of happiness-sorrow, joy-pain, and connection-disconnection
I'm staring at the return path with the drunken eyes.

16.08.2013