Cracks in the old school wall beside the sidewalk
has some new movie posters on them,
colored actors covered up the senile bricks
I used to walk down this alley centuries back, with you..
the footpath dweller kids have their children now
their dreams haven't changed..
The red temple devolved somehow, more darkened..
Right turned my cab. sharp. , more like an upside
down.
last time, I remember, it imbibed my perseverance
to nurture the inner flow of warmth through heartbeats, the
ones which were true.
Still, the aroma of spices hover over this area, sources
still unknown
my love kept it secret, and secret it stayed.
Estranged with endearment, the buildings seem to be in some black
despondency.
Grey smokes, grey dust of the north has glazed my lungs
ever since..
That dreary song on the radio whispered something with the
sidewalk
while they sneaked at me as remorse.
The sidewalk lying by the side of the road.
muddy, broken .. disregarded,
But when those two young people walked past that deformed
shop
at the corner where the beggar used to recline on the wall,
whose eyes carried messages from the time I live now,
their shadows walk right within the pages I wrote once.
The book I'm holding in my hand, with my finger piercing
through..
parting it as "read" - "unread"
I've always felt that through that small space, words flow
in and out.
Like the word, I found insulated at this indifferent segment
I never read anywhere before..
"Saudade".
- by wreetojyoti
