A puff of dust hovers by the sidewalk,
a footstep hurled in haste. A bus to be caught, perhaps,
that curious cargo of sighs, limbs & distances,
leftovers of yet another dailiness.
Nothing pauses.
They are all too busy living,
too busy staving off death's unwavering envy of life.
The absence sharpens,
streetlamps dilate in lament, like balloons.
There is no elsewhere,
no afterwards.
[7:43 pm | 16th December, 2011 | Delhi]
a footstep hurled in haste. A bus to be caught, perhaps,
that curious cargo of sighs, limbs & distances,
leftovers of yet another dailiness.
Nothing pauses.
They are all too busy living,
too busy staving off death's unwavering envy of life.
The absence sharpens,
streetlamps dilate in lament, like balloons.
There is no elsewhere,
no afterwards.
[7:43 pm | 16th December, 2011 | Delhi]
2 comments:
Nice !!
Very evocative-that you chose so unrelated an imagery to pay your tributes.
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