The Wild Bougainvillea

The Wild Bougainvillea



Ever remember
Our talks at the café –
Down the main-street,
The old building is now
Closed and abandoned
The pink bougainvillea there
Grown wild, cascading over...
Oft when I walk past
The vacant lane, I hear
your voice, the echoes of
Our unending
conversation –

‘I am afraid of women’
You said once –
I burst into laughter
And laughed and laughed
For some reason, I never knew
And gaining my breath
From a low, a beam
Of angst struck my eyes
Your grey eyes probing
Mine – that night I cried
I never knew why…

‘We’ve only seen sunsets
Together, never a sunrise’
I said once –
It was your turn to laugh
And, in your callous laughter,
In the rise and fall
Of its crusty tones
I heard the roar of the sea
And as I turned my eyes
A splash of grey
At the horizon struck
Mine -- that night I laughed
I never knew why…

Now, as I come to know
The why of it, I laugh and cry
In one single take – as I recite
Your daily hymn:
“Let’s forget it!”

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