05 March, 2013

You live some, you die some

My dear Dear, 


There is no dust here
(who knew the absence of dust
could be so alienating?)

There is no chaiwaala 
or doodhwaala
or newspaperwaala
to smile me a smile 
and provide me the comfort  
of a familiar face. 

There are sidewalks of course
straight and clean;
I teeter along them - briskly 
(the evenings get so chilly you know)
my watery tea, swishing woefully
in my gut.
my can of milk, I carry back
to a reproachful room. 
as I sit and wait 
for another day to dawn.

Love, M

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  1. Surprised to see no comments on this :)

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