24 MAR 2017 AT 15:00

Viscosity

Words said right
and letters that were left,
the aftertaste of a clove
and coffee foam on top lip,
mother's annoying habits
and last monsoon with grandma,
the last dab of dhaniya chutney
and the first empty stomach to bed,
unbuttoned shirts
and the creases
from the tight hold of a pillion
be it the lover or the little niece,
laughs that lingered longer
and the silence that followed.

These, like fireworks,
come with momentary explosions,
dazzles and aches,
giving a sense of liberation
with light, noise, smoke and confetti
making us glad that we were there,
making us glad that we stayed..

- Swarup