The Sidewalk

Cracks in the old school wall beside the sidewalk 

has some new movie posters on them,

colored actors covered up the senile bricks

I used to walk down this alley centuries back, with you..

the footpath dweller kids have their children now

their dreams haven't changed..

The red temple devolved somehow, more darkened..

Right turned my cab. sharp. , more like an upside down.

last time, I remember, it imbibed my perseverance

to nurture the inner flow of warmth through heartbeats, the ones which were true.

Still, the aroma of spices hover over this area, sources still unknown

my love kept it secret, and secret it stayed.

Estranged with endearment, the buildings seem to be in some black despondency.

Grey smokes, grey dust of the north has glazed my lungs ever since..

That dreary song on the radio whispered something with the sidewalk

while they sneaked at me as remorse.

The sidewalk lying by the side of the road.

muddy, broken .. disregarded,

But when those two young people walked past that deformed shop

at the corner where the beggar used to recline on the wall,

whose eyes carried messages from the time I live now,

their shadows walk right within the pages I wrote once. 

The book I'm holding in my hand, with my finger piercing through..

parting it as "read" - "unread"

I've always felt that through that small space, words flow in and out.

Like the word, I found insulated at this indifferent segment

I never read anywhere before..

"Saudade".

 

- by wreetojyoti