ReDmpTiON spEaKs ...

Last Rites

The colourful umbrellas,
and the dull raincoats.
The beeping of mobiles,
and the crowd whizzing past,
Of unending loud silences,
and continuing silent screams.

Of sleepless nights,
and countless mosquito bites,
The pitters and patters,
and the dreams that do shatter,
Of the rains that keep coming,
and the hopes that keep going.

Of the tall monroe posters,
and of the ferrari's too.
Of childhood romances,
and college one's too.
The whistling on the stairs,
the jeers, the taunts and more.

Of missed catches,
and games that make lore.
Of the luck of an ass,
and the work of a cat.
One a dilligent servant,
with fate as the master.

The kahani main twist,
and the countless lost moments.
Of siestas at 3 a.m.
and long busy afternoons.
Of the short walk home,
and the long walk back.
Of the kismet connections,
and missed calls from you.
The wish for backspaces in life
and for the elusive enter too.

For the hung decisions,
and the contemplating hours
Of the high volumed outbursts,
and low pitched moans.
Of the unholy groans,
and of the grinding bones.
Of the whole day shoppings,
and the unspent millions.

Of lust, greed and envy,
Evenings of no joy and all pain.
Of wet dreams,
and barbed wires.
Of invalid passwords,
and flattened tyres.
Of the semi colon;
after every sentence,
and the long pauses in-between.
Of the unsaid epics,
and unexchanged vows.

Of the hit before the K.O.,
and the slow rerun called life,
Of the countless emotions,
ones mixed with alcohol,
The first tears that showed,
and the last said goodbye ...