Still, Only One...


They say

I belong to conversations,

to faces that remember me casually

as if I were a public season.


you once said

i am someone who likes everyone

i.....

because explanations are poor translators

of what the heart writes in silence.


there are names in my phone,

voices passing through ordinary hours,

moments that mean nothing beyond themselves.

but meanings...

meanings have always known only one address.


what you see were pages 

what you did not see

was the story refusing to change its protagonist.


affection may travel,

attention may wander

but devotion chooses geography only once....can i've a cup of coffee from the leading!


if ambiguity encircles you ever again,

remember...crowds may recognize my voice but,

my silence answers only to you...


                                                                                                   - Tanu ki Kalam se...

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