A Window No Doors

Life is wonderful One of those nights where I am sleepless not a pen in my hand not a paper to write tapping my fingers along the phone blindly following the newsfeed on Facebook What a wonderful life my mother can tell I'm restless through the rapid shaking of my legs after a long conversation she's now fast asleep these hours are getting on to me I know life is wonderful as the years have rolled by from sharing a bed to getting your own room from connected to being disconnected There is that little trick of time when you have to meet to learn important lessons it is wonderful to give those lessons to others from a parent to a child and a child to a parent the silly law of reversal what a beautiful moment to say goodnight and sleep and not to make any sense out of randomness it's not me, it's the mere muse uncut, unedited, freely flowing and raw...

There it hangs, The coat, labelled and high-branded; The fast cars pass by and the traffic jams, A drunken old man sleeps on the middle of the road, A girl in half clothes wraps her mother’s baby inside her arms It is a few degrees down than last year around this time, Smog has eclipsed the view, I cannot find my friend, a few paces ahead of me The owner of this piece is nowhere to be seen But the coat is shining clean I catch up to my girl and grab her arm, We hold on to each other Somewhere in our talks, we’ve ignored the weather The jalebi’s and gulab jamun being served just for ten a piece The sweet quickly melts in our mouth My purse is empty again It has been a month wearing the same pair of sweaters The wind blows and there goes my wish for another layer to put on Perhaps, I’ll wait and shop, manage somehow This season I have a big job To safeguard my sister’s coat from the bugs and the thugs, Till she returns again next year There i...