A poem that tries to articulate the bittersweet experience of meeting someone you love for the last time and the emotions that follow.
The poet writes about a break-up, reminiscing the memories.
'Winter is and always has been a matter of farewell.'
How do you reply to a letter from someone who is no longer alive?
"I despised you, love because I was assured that they, my parents, were always staying together and that they were in love with each other."
A poem on love, sorrow and separation.
"You are no more, but I bear your name, with glimpses of you in me, I am here all the same"