Interlude

Life zipping past as if in overdrive

Ebb and flow with unknowns thrown in 

Racing against the tide at all times

Surging ahead on whippy foamy waters 

Stress contaminated senses worn thin and bare  

Forever dashing around like a crazed hen 

Working woefully till the last ounce of energy

Crashing into a unmade bed in the three-piece suit

Moments of madness in the middle of the night

Oppressively sad without really knowing it

The ethereal calm may not last forever

Put up tired legs and just watch the traffic 

Find the patchwork overall and the garden

Some time to smell air good enough to eat

The mountain beckons with paths less trodden 

Collect rare shells on lonely long beaches

The winding rivers lure with whitewater rafts

Ride a bullock cart to discover forgotten forts

Trigger a renewal before a rap on the knuckles

Face up squarely before the banana boats pitch

Make a dramatic heft from the cloistral confines 

Sap it stem it stop it change it before it’s too late

(7th, June, 2006, Nellore)

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