This winter everything’s frozen

(Is there any kabaadiwala, junk or scrap dealer, 

to give away the wasted words?)

Words are glutinous. In some summer afternoon some of them melted.

Some of them wallowed at my absence. The most sticky ones

Drabbled and draggled like naughty kids. Now most of them are frozen.

There were some words I collected from the market, from the hills and the stars

There were some words I collected from the streams and also from distance screams

All the words that I kept for you for some special day

All the slapdash words that you just left away 

Some are still forming cocoons, you don’t get any idea about their tomorrow.

Some, that are not frozen till now daubing with some yesterdays.

This winter everything’s frozen, including the air. Can’t breathe properly. 

Some frozen words blocked my throat.

I opened all the doors and windows, let the words go away...

the words that are just lying here and there making me claustrophobic

Kankhowa, I warned you thousands of times to keep the house clean

Now let the roof leak, let the sunshine in...