why would we regret the boulders on the way,
who knows when would l they hold some flood
or a truck whose breaks have failed
why should not every time
you turn your face away
i must imagine that you had tonnes of smiles
which you could not contain
but were afraid to unload in my courtyard
i am lighter now
few wrinkles in my kurta, that were there,
have declared
he restless nights that i have spent
in wishing for a bell to ring
and the curtains to come down
on the play
that has no charactrs, but
which is kept on stage because audience
find it easy to stay, dispel the notion
that audiences can be created,
actors will rest now
rainbow has tilted after all
u climbed it from one end
and i got down from the other