The Unmade Household

We haven't met for such a long time.
For such a long time I haven't touched that mole
on the left side of your cheek.
I haven't seen your hair sway
in the gentlest breeze...that too was long ago.

I've heard that even seven years after our separation,
you still tell friends every day
about our seven months of love?
For whom do you nurture that ache
in your chest each day?

Anurag, then why did you leave?
Why couldn't you love me a few more days?
Why didn't you let our unmade home
by the Padma's shore
have a name?

We won't meet for many more years to come.
For many more years you'll keep telling friends
about our love.
Searching and searching for a name
for that unmade home,
you too will break down crying
on some lonely deep night.

Anurag, still we won't meet,
we won't meet...not for many, many years!