Looking for You

The addiction in the blood

struggles to get

to the body,

to the damp oily smell of the saree,

Seeks madly to see and touch, 

that ever so dear pain-striken face.

It is not there anymore,

the rigid limbs and the swollen face

were consumed by fire,

and we saw it all

with unreal eyes

as if in a dream,

We saw the blood and water

dripping from the nose,

the eyes opaque,

the fingers hard.

Still the eager eyes look for your

heavenly face,your grey hair near the ears,

your wrinkled skin,

your thin legs ending

in lovely dried feet, 

This longing will not die , it will

stretch till death, the unseen wound will be dripping blood, till this journey

ends abruptly one day.

That would be the day 

of sweet liberation,  from the torment 

of loss and pain,

and the terrible holllowness

of being orphaned.