Can you destain that
snow white garment
over which
you spilled the red wine
while making merry
during that Christmas eve?
The snow has rusted
robbed of
its soothing behaviour
and all its piousness.
You thought
that five letter word
would renounce you
from all your sins .
That magical word 'sorry'
would wipe off all the weeds
from your path
of karma.
Can you reassemble those pieces
that were one
before you loosened your fingers
to let it hit the ground?
Can you join them together
unlike the jigsaw puzzles
so that it never would recall
that it was once broken.
"Sorry" is the only word
left in your dictionary.
I want to know
what do you mean
when you say
"I did not mean that".
Tear yourself into pieces
and stain each one
with red.
Feel the pain of breaking
and let the world ridicule you
for your blotted self
Will then you tongue and voice
ever consent
to reduplicate the sentence
"I did not mean that"?
If they do
and only if they do
will this five letter word
fulfill the task
appointed to it.

The door opened
and my eyes
could hardly capture your face
because my body
was wrapped
in the blanket
of your skin.
The warmest welcome
I ever got
had you
as the key player.
What authority have the people then
to declare
that you were cold
during my next visit?
I know you were not.
Sleeping though,
could yet sense
my presence.
I know you were there.
Immovable though,
could yet read
my thoughts.
Even while concealing
your presence
from the world,
you come to see me
when the world
lies asleep.
Can't forget that night
when we held each other
and cried
for hours
without letting a word
travel in the air.
I know you will come
someday again
when the world will
re-vision your charm.