Voices in my head

“Huh!
Holding on to the remnants of time you fool!
What do you think you were trying to do?
Holding someone responsible for what they had said once!
Are u blind to change?
You insufferable stuck-in-time-moron!”

“But it had to last forever…”

“What if there exists none.”

“But it trickles down everytime…”

“Yeah yeah you will learn.”

The busy street

Walking behind an old couple in a busy street
Time surrenders.
They seem spheres of memories gliding ahead
Indifferent to scurrying others
Time hobbles at an undefined pace, smoothened out.
The woman in faded saree and glittering anklets
Seem recently bought
Serene hand holding unmindful of the flitting gaze
A few enchantments live through time.

A new car at the centre of another halt
Manoeuvering through, escaping edges, continuously honking, perspiring

With anxieties overcome, situations lived, precious defined
Old is the new new
Old is the new you.

Dedicated, Yet Again

To the misspelt and misunderstood
Yet understood.
To the unsaid and unheard
Yet heard.
To the counting of stars on fingers
To the insomniac wild imagination
To the small little fights
To the unprecedented exhilarating joy
To creating memories out of everyday nothings
To each moment of pain
To the overpowering pangs of separation
To the passage of untamable time
To the inexplicable yet intuitive partnership
To yesterday, today and tomorrow
Yet again
To the sin of unconditional loving
A sin to continue forever..

Highways

Rested and ready to return several highways will be sojourned
Drizzling heavily enveloped ambushed
Walkers joggers lovers
Warning signs wrapped in wit
Serpentine clandestine angular descent
Mountain sickness…relieved
*
Silence
*
Fragrant tea farming
Children in school uniforms
Specialities and availabilities in multiple languages
*
Peace
*
Lying in the backseat looking up the sky
Reconstructing your appearance looking into your eyes
Amidst eucalyptus tree tops, petrol pump signs, street lights
Marred by trucks, electrified by billboards, behind wires carrying charge
Bright is slowly turning into deep bottle green
Light blue turning into pastels and grey even in the maps
Receding reds and approaching yellows of traffic
Arrows becoming apparent, directions more sought after
Little discs on two wheelers, thick tapes on slow moving centipedes
Eateries visible in trademark colour combinations
Messages offering recharges, message boards offering thanks for visits
Split and burst into toll lanes squeeze down to one ways
Mergers dividers footovers flyovers
Depressions breakers blinkers dippers
Milestones spelling distances, eyes locating destinations
Sparkling windscreen wiped clean periodically, air conditioning regulated intermittently
From boxes to trash bags eatables turning wrappers
Overspeeding overtaking traffic on
Overdarkened forests running along
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Grey deepening skyline changing average speed decreasing drops diminishing horns blaring
My city
Enamouring
Welcoming
Familiar
Return
Loved
Home
Love

Stop

Angelic disposition

Emotional opulence

Rare beauty of sorts

Heart of gold

Eyes sagacious whole

Unique to the core

Bundle of contradictions

Words bitter sweet gourd

Silence loud and cutting.

Walks into my poetry

Conquers the subject

To you, the carrier of all hues

Stop being the muse.

Jigsaw

Solving a jigsaw puzzle while the rest sleep
A few went missing while i made sense of others
The form fits the essence eludes
Sleep eludes

It is all there has always been i could not see
Moments rush nothing changes
Time ceases

A phone and a charger to live by
Eternal love everlasting wait
Peace