Power of Love

And what remains
is not even left with.

With the sun finding a refuge
behind the mountains,
the little girl after selling
idols of Ganesha on the busy
streets of Mumbai;
goes to sleep with some
little idols clasped close to her heart
dreams about the
Ganeshas turning in to laddus.

I swim backward on my
bed of memories.
I collect a chocolate wrapper,
an envelope whose inside
once filled with love,
a word that hung
in the middle of her speech,
fading in brownian motion
when I switched on the light.

As I gather myself,
I realized;
even the power of love
can't held back the moments
that flew away just now.
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(2012)