The winds are howling The Stars have hurried home, scared. Tonight doesn’t seem like They can do their own thing. The night is wild, The calm is gone. Life has not much choice At its face stares Chaos. The moon peeps, takes a look. Then the clouds shroud it, in a pale veneer of love…
The things I see. A regular day. On my way back from work. And this I saw. What’s happening to us? On the DND. When the labour-class is going home. A Maruti Ritz in the adjoining lane. We have been matching our steps… Posted by Lopamudra Ghatak on Friday, 12 February 2016
What is happening to us, he asked. What is? She paused. We don’t get lost any more when we go out. No, we consult. We save time, she quipped. Yes, we save time. We shred romance by looking at GPS. Ah, stop being so old-world. She was ready for a spoil. Not old-world. Just naive….
And in another city, When the lights have faded Where the stars look jaded. The couples hold hands Their wrinkled skins Clenched in unison, Together we sink. And in another city, Where the sun doesn’t keep its date The rain has a mind of its own Cupid ne’er strikes on its own. Lovers don’t fight…
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