RESTLESS

What restlessness is this?

Time and again trying not to think of you
pressing the call button and foiling,
deleting your  number,
and then retrieving it

not to call again;

trying  not  to smile
and again smiling to self in secrecy
recollecting  the dying words
that dropped from the draped petals

of your dry lips
when the wind played
a baffling symphony
to tune my disarrayed thoughts.

Is it love imagined
or  sheer pull of lust?
Is it a fake feeling
or true trust?

Why this restlessness
in your absence?

Tell me , Jasmines of the night
your aroma speaks volumes
though you are hidden from sight;

hold me ,hug me

as I totter here
and fall into pieces

in your absence

this very night.

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saroj k.padhi