Winter of ’09

It’s cold out there
I don’t sweat anymore when I move
Nor my hair is damp after wearing helmet for a while
Bike rides and comfortable shorts

Time’s somehow frozen
Yet it’s moving like a gust of wind
Doesn’t make sense right?
Well this is how it is!

Smoke’s piling up
Lungs are choking
Traffic’s streching longer and longer
The wait isn’t getting over

A few pages of blueprints on constructing a Paradise slipped from the holder
The gentleman in a rush; didn’t even bother to look back
Nor did anyone else cared to pick them up
All hands on deck to make something-
Paradise with potholes and misaligned bridges it is!

I wear a hoodie
And still shiver in the blistering cold AC
Wrapped tight like a burrito
O Mother some tomato soup please! Warmth it is!

A lot has changed
A lot is changing
Years to end
Nothing significant has changed

I wish I could go back to school
Wear brown sweater and thin khaki pants
Try to hide the winter in my pant pockets and ear mufflers
Shiver crazy and crack a laugh
Military cut, Warm Samosa pav and tree to tree games it is!

– नि.भो.