Fleeting Moments

There, the little boy peeps out of his window 
He finds the downpour rather unusual. 
His friends were all coped up at home 
No one was allowed to go out and play .

There, the middle aged maid waddles through 
Her pink saree pulled up around her knees
It was time for the next home to be attended 
The rains had absolutely no power over her. .

There, the man stands with his broken umbrella 
With a single silver stalk sticking out
He hugs his backpack as if his life were at stake
As he patiently waits for the leaky red bus to arrive.

There, the old man in the blue wind cheater 
Crossing the wide road to reach home. 
A sadness touches his face, one that 
Spoke stories of many missed minutes.

There, the uniformed guard sits on his plastic chair
Filling his files and pushing the buttons 
He seems quiet with the storm that surrounds 
He watches the clock, awaiting his time to leave.

There, the petit girl peeps out of her window
She always wanted a life filled with more.
Everything was on pause for a few days and
She intended to imbibe all these fleeting moments. 🍃

Right Here

Gimme a call, cause I'm right here 
Come drop by, cause I'm right here 
Knock on my door, cause I'm right here 
Hold out your hand, cause I'm right here. 
Gimme a min of your day,
Come let's go for that show.
Open your arms wide open, 
Hold my fingers, all ten of them. 
The rain won't slow, 
neither will time.
But you do know
That the sun will shine 
So, take a moment and 
Drop me a line, 'cause I'm right here.
Hold my hand, 'cause I'm right here.

Tangible

Heart break is the most tangible of all the intangibles.

A large knot just in the middle of my chest. 
Strangling my fragile heart,
Slowly stopping my breath,
Gradually diminishing my flow.

What can I do to cut loose? 
Erase all the blacks and blues. 
Steadily suffocating 
Undoubtedly drowning. 
Let me out 
Let me out of this black hole. 
Deep darkness surrounds me
And the only thing I do is embrace my broken heart.

The City

The sky is gloomy and the path muddy 

But oh how much she missed it. 

So what of the hills and heaps, 

The city had stolen this girl’s heart.

The roads are jammed and the air heavy 

But the speed of life just tangible.

So what of the sleep and slumbers 

The town was only her temporary lover. 

The winds are wailing and the floors wet

But the towers are trembling beauties.

So what of the rivers and the ravines

The marine essence was all she yearned.