By Ishan Vyas
Unbent, unbroken for sure - uncompromised- is it?
Distant, hazy, rough on the edges- a dream surmised- is it?
As darkness swallows the routine structures of life,
Under the blanket of night - freedom has arrived- is it?
Mind paints it’s vagrancies on the temporal canvas,
Shapes of lucid reminiscences- run a little wild- is it?
Moonlit amaltas away from noisy streetlights,
Sways to a rhythm- mind gently mesmerised- is it?
Ragpickers huddled up, silently smoke in a corner,
Their wistfulness and insignificance- a state of mind- is it?
Hue of tomorrow’s twilight, visible to their desolate eyes,
Expressionless they stare- not a dawn in sight- is it?
Clean empty sidewalks, lukewarm gusts of wind flowing,
A mile’s morning walk home- time to get organised- is it?