Episodic

how many paths must I stray away from so I don't have to see you again. . you from the attic in the hill with the honey jars, you,of the cocker spaniel dreams, of the home on the twin hills,of the horses.. . you in the clothes store trying on the clothes I knew you'd fit just by seeing your photographs, the clothes which would have fit thAt loved one. you were that loved one, and you've never met me,but I knew,I knew you fit better into the frames I was being rammed into..do you know your photographs are still up there? . . and you from the streets of Pune, you of the scrawled on wooden table tops,you of the war time tomb stones,you,you who had no questions. . and what about you of the wheat in the football fields,do you know about the film I shot in those same wheat fields?will you ever see it? and you and you.. I don't mourn you but you are parts of me still walking solitary ways how many paths must I stray away from so I don't have to see you again. photograph courtesy:sukhbir singh sagoo