49 days have passed since:
I found myself in this place —
Where the blades of grass have
Overpowered the tires and concrete

Where the shrubs have grown
Brazenly, to cover the naked machines.
Where the roots of a certain tree has
Strangled remnant pieces of a long-gone plant.

Where the sky is clearer, air is cleaner
And I yearn to smell smokes and fumes!
Where I live by sunlight and sleep by starlight,
Long forgotten the pertinence of a tube light.

I do not know my whereabouts, but I say:
This is the place I’ve dreamt of, but not now.

Sitting on my porch, I’m waiting for
Someone who would come close to me,
And say ‘everything will be alright!’

Walking on the aisle, I’m yearning for
Someone who would pat on my shoulder,
And ask ‘is everything alright?’

Lying on my bed, I’m counting on
Someone who would pull me out,
And exclaim ‘let’s have something to eat!’

Crouching on the floor, I’m asking nothing
Except to be left alone; but reading my mind,
Someone would slap “Don’t lie… You don’t want to be alone!”

Alas! I find myself facing the epiphany,
That I’ve earned only a few tears till date!