A Slice of Eternity (Poem)

Musty evenings
In unknown cities.
Time measured in footsteps
The sound of children playing in the parks
Unmindful of mothers mixing
contentment and anxiety
The still joy of an everlasting moment.

Night creeps up
Birdmen come home to warm dinners.

UnTelevision yourself
Journey to that innocent world
When a warm meal was enough
Competition was not mandated
Cleverness a vice not virtue.

UnInternet yourself.
Glide into a wall hanging
Or an oil on canvas
Feel the chill of an ancient ship
From the way he painted a scene
Take a deep breath.

UnTechnologise yourself.
Measure your breaths in the fabric of unknown wefts
and half-seen warps
In the flicker of an evening light.

Untie yourself.
From the Consensus Conspiracy.
Your beauty is your own
Unstealable in the recesses
of your being
Where musty evenings have a mystical charm
----Madhavan N, 2018