A man is on the phone
Smiling too widely too slyly
For the receiver to be his wife
A girl with bleached hair
A nose ring and a yellow ribbon
Stares straight ahead
A boy in a denim jacket
Squats
Headphones on
Either blocking the world
Or trying to flex his physique
To the world.
A middle aged man
Bald
Stands next to me
A blue coat
Business like
And yet his black sneakers give him away.
A teenage boy
Looks at me
While his girlfriend
Hangs –
Clings to his every word
And I –
I write furiously
Scribbling down every thought
Anxious to solidify the imprint on my mind
The imprint of the trains
And the people who take them.
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Dying of the Light
PoetryPoems about life and death, love and heartbreak and mustering the courage to go on - despite it all. Majority of this was written in 2020 and 2021 and hence is inspired by the COVID-19 pandemic, the lockdowns, the mandates and the heavy toll it took...
