What if…?

Maybe it’s wrong

To say that the

Silence between

Us has turned into

A slug.

What if it’s maturing?

Into Vintage Claret!

Let’s not disturb the

Process. Let’s just allow

It to age, slowly, slowly…

Misadventures of a pair of bored eyes

Out of sheer boredom

They decided to move

Around, all by themselves,

Comfortably leaving

Behind the one they

Belonged to.

They fixed themselves

Momentarily on sights

Illuminated by the neon

Lights such as over-sized

Mannequins showcased

At glitzy showrooms,

Couples walking hand in

Hand, hawkers, steady

Stream of vehicles, a cute

Little boy pleading to his

Mom for something that

Caught his eyes…

Suddenly they rushed back

To where they belonged to

When a lean guy supporting

Himself on the pavement

Railing, irritated by the

Presence of two wandering

Eyes upon him, probed

Aggressively, showing his

Stained teeth, ‘kyaa?’

Have you noticed?

Have you noticed

That the silence

Between us has

Turned into a slug

Inching back and

Forth as if in a trance?