​nostalgia tugs

seductively
subtly
whisking the mind away
away

to

those

custard-apple evenings
of

monsoon drenched rain
whistling between trees of rhyme
peacock feathers

lying listless
as

beaten as these lines
and still beyond it all

past rainbows fractured
the sun still shines
mending soggy feathers
aflutter

alone
always alone

on cardamom clouds
leading me here
to now.

this moment

trapped

vacuum sealed

anaesthetised

through

countless

incense-smoked paths
crumbling
on

ever on
with

many

dreams strewn asunder
as heartless time

tireless time
rages on
shedding fatigued smiles
over the countless
numberless

exhausted

miles