Old songs from a long forgotten city
Playing in the vicinity.
The memories of worn-out winters
Frequenting cerebral borders.
And then, a crisp moment
Brittle in its essence.
Wipes out the rest.
The lop-sided walk, going forth and back.
Feet carved out of the familiar track.
Deep in thought, deep in pockets
Moist eye-lids, painful sockets.
And then, a whiff.
The inherent gift.
Constancy of conflict.
Pointless exceptions to the rules they make
Living an existence that's utterly fake
The big picture, I remember,
The universe, I surrender.
And then, comes the calm after the storm;
The despair they fight, becomes the norm.
Two arms embrace the forlorn.