Under the shroud of those sagged eyes
Tears too were crying
In the wheeze of his spirited breath
Even life was dying
...
Abhorred and yet picked by the same,
Unchaste, lecherous & prurient, Am I? ,
I ask the mighty mirror.
Shameless & reflective, she too shies away.
...
Sauntering Along
I saunter.
The same long road,
Tarred or otherwise.
I saunter.
Passers’ by, the same,
Only the faces and their second skins change.
I saunter.
The start and the finish, the same
Only the routes change.
I saunter.
The aim is the same,
Only the bout changes – sometimes long, otherwise short.
I saunter.
The time is the same.
Only the darkness varies – Sometimes dark, otherwise darker.
I saunter.
The thoughts aren’t the same.
The frequency, the amplitude, the intensity, all change.
That is why, I saunter.