We must share the same Universe.
Fortunately for your stars,
I'm not one in your sky.
Of the realms that cut through my space,
There's the denial,
The farewell,
And re-embracing,
The same cold autumn wind,
Through the city street-corners,
And the sub-urban flower-beds.
It enacts the same jubilant harmony
A celebratory arrival
Of that on who I have no claim.
A Territorial misfit,
A silver dream,
In our Universe.
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Locked away under shadows
Of a bell-jar, of cardamom and almonds,
Cast in its image,
By a crisp sunshine,

Locked through the absence
Of Guilt.
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Six years of the first battle,
And I'm in the midst of a second one,
Am I allowed ONE failure?
Yes, you can live each day as your last,
As much as you wish,
But you shall never be prepared enough for death...
Picture Courtesy: Utsav Akhoury
1 comment:
This is lovely, Ritwik.
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