Pause

Time always slows down in the coffee shop
Amongst the humming humans and clinking cutlery 
I peer outside the tall windows at the life of the city 
Women in suits, strutting up & down the pavement; 
talking rapidly - something at work maybe
Men rushing with tubelights and printers;
Hurrying to get the work done before their shift.
Christian women in their Goanese dresses; 
Devouring their midweek ice cream cones 
Teenage girls with their teenage guys;
Laughing their heads off - not a care in the world. 
Oh how wonderful it is to stop time. 
To watch each second move so nonchalantly. 

Time always slows down when I'm home 
I peer out of my bedroom window at the city lights 
We brought the stars to the ground, dear 
Twinkling to the beats of the traffic noise
The front door opens to a familiar scent 
Of damp cement and pigeon poop.
How magnificent is this city 
Where just the sight of people revives you 
The smell of the rain thrives you and
The sound of life re-energizes you.

The Hills have Eyes

The air smells damp with the perineal rain 
The mountains shape shift in and out 
Like cardboard cut outs on Aladdin’s Play

Dirty snow turns into water
Gushing and gurgling; 
Rushing and giggling;
Over chalky white rocks, 
Surely into the valley.
The rocks magnanimous, 
shinning slate grey;
With natural scars, 
running down their entirety.
The trees gorgeous, 
shimmering dark green
Their pinnacle tops, 
staring right into the blue sky.

The sky turns purely purple out of the blue
Lines smudged into borders of white clouds 
Bright orange the sun was sinking from view . 
The terraced meadows
lush and rich, 
The farmers unhesitantly 
smile and wave
The bus sways gracefully 
along the soft curves
Rushing upstream 
The slithering river 
Light sieves through 
leaves of the dense forest 
Warming me with 
the sense of superior motives 
How beautiful is this world, with 
Its birds & monkeys 
Its ravines & rainbows 
How powerful is The Mother
A pop to shut your ears 
A swish to make you sick
How treacherous are we, lost 
In our fights & traumas 
In our problems & troubles

Forget, its not important
For you are the
Universe in totality.
As long as there is 
Force in my feet 
Air in my lungs 
I will live to see everything 
This sphere has to offer 
‘Cause her magnificence
Is calling for me. 🌏

End of the Line

Is this the end of the world? 
The line beyond which
we would fall into nothingness.

Is this the edge of the map?
The nook beyond which 
Nothing can be sketched into existence.

Is this the last turn of the road?
The curve beyond which 
The terrain turns into a no man's land. 🗺️

Dark Side of The Moon

The clock strikes one, the air still warm
The shutters latched, the crescent smiling. 
One day at a time, 
A moment to learn something new 
A minute to see a different side of you

The clock strikes one, the sky very clear 
The gates locked, the first quarter calling 
One night at a time,
A twinkle in the deep dark blue 
A second to see the other side of you. 🌗