for Bhaswati

a.

It is not broken,

yet,

we are walking through a lawn covered with glass

Why do we have to hide the dew

on the bodies of question-less evenings?

You moved away without saying anything  

Serenity occupied your space

Your name is nowhere

only your presence

b.

I stabbed a broken piece of mirror in my proper noun

No search is left

Neither answer nor direction

Is a piece of stone enough for the Self?

You are the sole recipient

Of the presence that isn’t there…