Hourglass Highs (poem)

The breeze visited us often

Like friends who didn't need to phone

And didn't mind if we weren't home

In fact, all of us didn't have phones.

Time went by

Soaked in comradely afternoons

We spoke of half-known pasts

And unknown futures

In the ever-glorious present

Would those moments be precious had we known them to be so?

Why did the pointless facade of that derelict eatery

look aesthetically charming?

Oh, it was spiced by a long bus journey into the other half of the city.

Streets were big enough to be countries

In the days of the breeze

When we did as we pleased.

We didn't chase happiness

It chased us instead.

Blessed us like a mother's kiss

And we just let it all slip by.

Did we have a choice?

Do afternoons listen?

Do mellow evenings obey us gently like English butlers?

Does the breeze know its tiptoe blessings?

All I have is words

Where I could do with that which made them live

--Madhavan N, 2021

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