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noren Dec 2018
It was a regular day, but with some aberrations and slips.

My wife left the half-finished cup of tea
and hurried to catch her bus, as always,
except that she forgot her usual waving of the hand at me:
a gesture I had grown so accustomed to.

My son carried that burden on his shoulders
and rushed out of the room, like he did
but he didn't bang the door behind him:
a noise that I had got so familiar with.

The elevator had been 'full'
and my steps moved towards the stairs as a routine
Just that the lift reached the ground floor before me
I lost the race that I had been winning till now.

The scooter needed seven kicks to start
and I could smell the belching smoke as I sat to drive
when I realized that something was missing:
the helmet that I could never do without.

The watchman at the gate was busy making some entry
and didn't greet me with that customary 'hello'
I sped past him, without bothering
to offer him back a broad smile.

There were normal bottlenecks
I tried paving my way through the nightmarish traffic
But encountered two cabbies trading punches on the road
and I punched in late.

Putting my bag near my office computer
My hand reached my pocket for the mobile.
I checked it, one unread message:
'Meet me asap: Boss'.

I thought it was about missing the deadline,
But it was another slip: the pink one.
Beyond the layoffs...the invisible ache
noren Dec 2018
This ******* of insight,
imprisons me
in a thought
that mocks the shackles
noren Dec 2018
A word comes out
screaming at me
from the blank page.
Unwritten and unsaid till now
it no longer wants to stay
in the white void of mute inarticulations,
but as it leaves the snow-like sheet,
it refuses to show itself to the world
and merges in the
unseen sky of infinite expressionlessness
noren Dec 2018
The dice defies
many a choice
noren Dec 2018
In the foggy mirror
of a thought,
the invisibility
of a vague
dilemma reflects
noren Dec 2018
You don't have to
flex your strength
in every battle.

There are many wars
that you have to fight
with your inaction.

It might appear
to be your weakness
but actually holds
the power to bring peace.
noren Dec 2018
We
Our monster moments
are too many,
our saintly seconds
too less.
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