Am a shadow of a man.....

that was memory of another day,
seated deep in my heart.

the skies were still overcast,
not the Bangalore ways
the evenings' calm hadn't
allowed the dust to settle
after the torrential downpour.

the airs were eerie,
not very characteristic in years,
the heavens had never poured so intemperately,
as though they can't feign their comfort.

circling in the comfort pool of a dhaba,
an especial kind of darkness
called light, shrouds us.
and another clear, not dark or bright,
the pensive and smiling Bangalore night skyline
amidst the full light and empty light

on the street as I look down,
there is state of war,
someone strolling arm in arm,
through the shower
staring into each other's soul,
as the world bustled about outside the coffeehouse.
with the wind whistling outside,
and the rain starting to beat again.
my eyes coups d'oeil over a family
drenched more in penury
than in the rain driblets.

down there reality and life unfolds,
lost in the bubbles of my self indulgence
relishing the vegetable sheek kabab
the light reflects, yet still absorbs each other
the ink called spirit leaves no trace on water.

i am a shadow of a man.

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