Meena Kumari is no more but
continues to live in our memories through her films and her poetry, reproducing some passages….
The
Empty Shop
Why has Time spread
out its wares before me?
Where are the
things
I used to buy?
These spurious toys
of pleasure
Paper of fame
These wax dolls of
wealth
Locked in glass
cases
(That can melt at
anyone’s touch)
These are not the
things I wish to buy
A handsome dream of
love
That can sooth my
eyes
A moment of perfect
intimacy
That can soothe my
restless soul
I came looking for
nothing but these
And the shop of
Time Supplies none of these things.
Unseen
Footsteps
I wonder
How long ago
The moon was born
Look
The young moonlight
Has made a pathway
On the ocean
On which
I see no traveler
But
Hear the sounds of
footsteps
Endlessly
The sound of unseen
footsteps…
@bhawanasomaaya
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