L’Esprit
The night watchman sleeps silently
while she tiptoes onto the grass.
She looks around amazed,
her lackadaisical body following her every command.
The stars gaze at her feet,
envy her rhythm
and whisper jealously amongst themselves.
But yet she dances...
Throws around her locks
and swings,
into the magic of the night, without a care in the world.
She dances...
A revival of spirit, of faith
she brings with herself.
It is self-affirmation she looks for
as the night becomes day,
And yet she dances...
Smiling and happy,
her voice echoes and boomerangs
as the tiny sprite shines;
She glimmers till the day takes her away and she is gone.
Heat
The stations of life roll by;
Dhak Dhak, Dhak Dhak,
Like the beat of a heart.
I tremble inspite of myself
and hold on to a shape.
I am an ant,
crawling towards the top;
stuck within evolution,
just like everyone else.
The glass breaks
scattering time everywhere;
I am, I am not...
I could have been,
I will be.
This is, after all,
just a regular day
on the Mumbai Local.
Dissection through eyes around,
piercing my skin.
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