Living in the moment
Slowly and subtly it ceases
to be about people and you
start looking through their
frivolity of existence with
the first brush with their exit.
A loving grandparent,a pet,
an aunt with a rough facade,
refusing to be there for you.
Not being there can be a
recurrent theme with smiles
turning from spontaneous to
forced ones, silence replacing
bubbly pillow talk till dawn,
texts remaining unsent, mails
unawaited, often not to regret.
Leaving comes in many shades.
Through all this one learns
that it is a solitary walk we are in ,
handing each moment to eternity
having kissed it fully on its mouth.
The Unprecedented Rain
Until that reckless pall of rain happened
wetting the clothes in the drying line
I knew aridness was the only way to be,
symbol of tutored sanity.
Those wet clothes would give out
the contour of the body
in a manner they call 'revealing'
and senses might be hurting.
Chastity, sanctity, purity as virtues
will perhaps rise from the grave
if they are already there to haunt,
womanhood-you better not flaunt.
Dryness will be synonymous to opacity
concealing all that better be hid,
sometimes through gritted teeth and tired brains,
O but for those unprecedented rains!!
Until that reckless pall of rain happened
wetting the clothes in the drying line
I knew aridness was the only way to be,
symbol of tutored sanity.
Those wet clothes would give out
the contour of the body
in a manner they call 'revealing'
and senses might be hurting.
Chastity, sanctity, purity as virtues
will perhaps rise from the grave
if they are already there to haunt,
womanhood-you better not flaunt.
Dryness will be synonymous to opacity
concealing all that better be hid,
sometimes through gritted teeth and tired brains,
O but for those unprecedented rains!!
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