Kabuliwala

as
I form your name
in my mouth ..rolling
it over my tongue
wan feeling of loss
boa(s)
around mind
..
I
wistfully long
for bygone wonder
years …
scintillating memory
pebbles burnished
by midday sun
..
swirling shape
conjured out
of time’s bottle
sees me running
full tilt heeding
your daily
call
tiny fists exchanged coins
for your mouthwatering
baked rolls and buns
dusted by powdered sugar
I bit into impatiently and the white
mustache that formed on my face
made us both gurgle delightedly
Kabuliwala: your name spelled
exotic spices, green almonds
sundry dry fruits especially apricots
“khumaanis” and my tiny mouth
would drool all over again while mom
cherished guchhi, Dingri for concocting
delicious rice pulao filled with dry-fruits
your crooned songs
mixed with old Hindi songs
still steal into heart, mind
in pensive moments
making me homesick
all over again as eyes
involuntarily river
old Silk route, Khyber
Pass, Hindukusch mountains
hold a firm sway over this vagabond
heart roaming ancient soils, pausing
in time stilled old modern caravanserai
hotels, motels sleuthing clues on treasure
maps aching to arrive: where it all began
**wild, rare nutritional fungi crop known for its medicinal value. Guchhi, or morchella esculenta, a mushroom variety *Dingri is dried mushroom also called Kumbh
images are from google only

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