(regurgitating an old post)
As I look out of the window
And see my home pass by
I realize that years have passed
Time has flown
There must be my marks in that house somewhere
A wisp of my breath lingering
Some evidence that I had once lived here
And that house was but my belonging
The street outside must have my footmarks
Certainly the marks of the cycle I rode
My school must still have my mischief in its corridors, I’m sure
And the garden where I played;
Oh, the trees must recognize me surely
But I realize
There are new dwellers now
The home, the street, the school, the garden
Which I once called mine, are someone else’s now
For my marks were only temporal
I had no claim
The stay was short
But the desire strong
In the scheme of things
I have moved on
I will move on
Guess, I’ll hardly be anywhere
But for a minutiae, a blip
And a lingering wisp of air…
The guy standing beside me
Is playing with his phone,
Burying the issues, the fights
That have been hammering him
Since early morn
The lady in front of me
Is on the phone
Tense, rubbing her eyes
She’s been awake the whole night
And fighting ’em all
Inside the glass cabin
The glass has broken
And crashed upon, well,
The ceo
I get a call
‘The diamond’s lost’, she says frantically
‘The ring that you gave me’
I continue with my stare-at-nothing
Will it be done, I still wonder
As I imagine her frantic lost-diamond face
See the guy shifting beside me
The lady flustered
The ceo rushing out
To wash the blood off
Funny how
I’m here, amidst
But nowhere, really…
