It’s a regular morning

The smell of freshly brewing coffee,

Tea boiling somewhere,

Crispy dosa’s roasting on a pan.

The neighbor’s dog barks,

A TV rumbling with regional news.

Out of this loud silence,

A baby screams.

A grouchy maid grumbles downstairs,

Dishes clank,

A plane flies overhead—

The sound is deafening,

Then another, overpowering,

And another.

The air-strip is around the corner.

It’s past 9 AM,

breakfasts are done,

The apartment block roars with life.

A car below refuses to start,

A bike suddenly zooms to life.

Oh…
It’s a just a regular morning.

My apartment block springs to life.

Each moment is comforting

In this silence of noise.

My cell phone rings.

It’s mother calling.

I have to answer.

The day moves on!

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Yet one lives!

Hurting every moment,

Blindly believing

Pretending to be well

The pretense is hurting,

When will this go?

Trusting and not finding

Uncertainty hurts,

Until clarity comes by

How long to hold?

Look around, the world is infidel

But fidelity is my forte

Two hands does it take for a clap

How the other one goes

One can never tell

How truthful is truth

Was it true at all?

Was it meant to be told?

Or be left alone

Each day is a struggle

Pain sorrow or woe

Nobody’s there to listen

Where does one go

Stress they say is a disease

Manifest in varied ways

For each one it’s different

For some

It eats within

Cope one must

There’s no other way

Reasons manifold

Life, in a palace or street

No escape to this

Faces with expressions

Blank, happy or sad

There is no difference

Yet one lives