DAYS OF DARKNESS

the palms
(with henna
tattooed on them as if )


wait eagerly
to fulfil
promises
made eons ago.


when the fragrance
of jasmine
was still fresh
and clinging
to the wetness of my hair

and while
the mind
handles the mundanities
absent-mindedly,

the heart furiously gropes
in the darkness
of the day
that arose...


... without you.