What gets taken away is the paint,
which was once the wall, always present, helping my presence.
Now, it’s gone; peeled off, leaving an unknown blue.
I touch it. I feel it.
They say, my palm floats on a nothingness.
If I tag it as a smile, then yes,
the marigolds flying, floating on winds are not a mere balcony curtain.
Perhaps, it will not ask of me
why my peeled off always leaves behind a red,
as then it will have to tag me as a dawn
and death is a transparent glass and still empty.
And so I stand with my hands stretched on the roof;
the floating palms accumulating you in the blue.
I don’t know, if ever I will meet you again
May be the day, when your love leaves its perception, of being true.
Feel free to come.
I will be waiting for you in your eye.
Born in the year 1988 in a town named Silchar in Assam, India, Daipayan Nair is a freelance writer, author, poet, surrealist and admin of a few active groups on social media platforms. He writes poetry on an array of subjects. His poems have been published in quite a few international as well as national magazines and anthologies. He has also been awarded a few prizes including the recent Reuel International Prize For Poetry 2016. His recently published book containing his collection named ‘The Frost’, a bouquet of lyrical poems, has gathered positive reviews from many spheres. He has also invented a new poetry form in the field of creative writing called ‘The Tideling’