The Streets

The streets in which I travel these days,
Have rushing bodies on either side,
I see faces, I see limbs, all the same,
But I don’t see any human soul,
Which is walking without an aim.
I remember us, doing that often,
Walking in random lanes,
Picking up those abrupt games,
Chasing the squirrels and those birds,
Trying to recite sign boards, their strange names.
I remember us, walking so far,
Away from the mainland, for several hours,
Were we ever tired? I wasn’t, were you?
We rarely settled down for those flashy lights,
While aiming for the sand, the ocean, and the reflecting hue.
I remember us, talking so loud,
Was it because of the plugged earphones?
Or was it the ecstasy pouring out?
Screaming when the refrain comes,
Getting lost in the verse wherein daunts the doubt.
I remember us, leaning against the lamp post,
Watching the sporadic lights over signals,
Wishing that the count never ends,
Resting upon each other, we used to whisper,
Will the time stand still in our frames?
I remember us, sitting on the grass,
Talking about stars and their weird names,
Connecting those constellations, pointing out to infinity,
And making a few of our own,
Telling ourselves made up lies, proving it with sanguinity.
I remember it all while pacing through these paths,
Which now seems the way as they see it,
Spontaneity is not my forte these days,
Maybe, I have embraced a cycle, a pattern like them.
But certainly, I doubt its continuity. It won’t stay!

 

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