Some days’ time starts becoming a distant memory,
And some images keep getting blurry,
Like memories drowning in a whirlpool,
And the heart skips a few paces,
That is when I remember the calm on your face.

It amuses me like a symphony of paradoxes,
And like all the puns, ironies and oxymorons do,
The way some people have around things,
Like spiders making cobwebs and,
The face that jump starts you.

You said, Hello! stranger to someone in the park,
And then to someone at the bus stop,
And then to the cab driver when,
You were drinking till late,
And the strangers always said hello back.

Would you mind saying a prayer for me?
Mine never work although to be fair,
I haven't prayed in a long time,
But the Gods knew when I wanted to,
I could sense someone keenly listening.

And when the rains will finally stop,
And the birds get back home,
They will sing some songs,
Partly in grief and partly in relief,
And you will know how I feel.