there is hardly a moment when the running equation of timeand my heart are not at loggerheads
late eve
I am too slow to catch metro for home
sometimes evening tourists walk a bit faster to me
some foreigner do wonder at my speed
but I wonder at the people who have just joined the environs
I am leaving for another way of life
imposed or otherwise
the relevance haunts me like ever before
in the backdrop of rajpath and vijaychowk
I visualise the calotropic royalanas
I ask myself
the things are better on what terms
I know
its with every one around
the daily crunch
the reality lit large
I do not count the moments
at my disposal
is that something amiss around
slow glowing breeze does ask a lot
I steer clear of the whirls
as its sticky
like bubble gums
ending no where
with meanings undefined
but I do ask
certain things
that reverberates
as the clouds of Ujjaini
source: shipra.v
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In Abhigyanshakuntalam of Kalidas: the lead female character often asks the howering clouds to go to Ujjaini the capital of the King (whom she lost her heart) and say someone is waiting for you to remember to come back.
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