Lemon yellow and tamarind dusk
Aeons of ages and evening skies
When I was an encapsulated memory
I lived there, as I have lived many times
Amidst ocean blues and opaline hues
Of twilight colours swirling subaltern times
Cries and screams, distant broken and
Half hearted gush of dreams
All perished and faded in october sky
In solidarity of blocks of silence
That separated them as always
And where I rushed my absent footsteps
To look for a lonely corner
And play the flute once more
To beckon you in those distant dreams
Once again, oh once, my love
In tepid remorse and deathless hope.