I am a terrible sloth
In the throes of your memory
I linger on thoughts
And sink and sink and sink
Deeper, farther, in the uncovered wells
Of the past –
Strewn like landmines in my present
I hunger to the point of mindlessness
For that scent that was yours
And the air that filled me
With a peace I haven’t felt since
It is indeed, an unforgivable gluttony.
I take pride in having known you
In being with you so closely
I lust for the gentle curves
Of your fondant-green hills
I envy those who can behold the sight
On waking while I make do with
I keep my wrath from coming down on Time
For who knows it may
Bring me, once again, in your vicinity?
Take me back to Shillong, Father, for I have sinned,
And in any other place, a sinner is all I’ll be.