The wink of the saamne wali khidki wali neighbour every time I see her,
But it makes me wonder,
Why do I only see her on Mondays,
Perhaps she's there only then
Or
She's part of the delusions of my
Monday Blues.-
remembering the dreams of a different life,
Often ending with a fall on a knife,
Confused than ever on the dream I saw,
Was it by fate today
That I was dreaming of waking up late today?-
Shade,
An idea of comfort and shelter,
Shelter against heat,
Be it heat from the sun or society,
Shelter against cold,
Be it from the winds or from the world,
Shade,
Can be found anywhere,
From a hug from a mother to the branches of a Banyan tree.-
The chains of hunger, sleep and comfort,
Comfort that makes me dare not explore the realms of creativity in the fear of a slight discomfort,
From the cycle that society has me stuck in,
A cycle of monotonous repetitive actions every day, making me less human that I am-
Under the stars, you and I gaze blissfully, hear the crackling sounds nearby, and smell the natural scent....of the cup of bhelpuri in our hands!
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