CONNECT CALLS

Bohemian noises
Clog my lungs
Like smoke inhaled
Bitter twirling in my mouth
Of a wee bit long brewed Darjeeling

Traces of all my touches
Find sanctity in
The Latin script of Octavio Paz

Your touches flash in my eyes
Like redirected letters
Just before getting lost

Your tears
Take you to the digital
Analogue of
Long distance calls

© nidheeshtyagi may, 2007

BETWEEN

Between living and not living
There is waiting

For you
For the moment
Which seeks
Its meanings, completion, salvation

To vapour forgetting
Of this that and the other
Of the world
Life was exiled into

Without refuge

Between living and not living
There is waiting

And this moment



© nidheeshtyagi may, 2007