“I am back in my beloved city.” – Khushwant Singh, Delhi
So like a book that just goes on and on
One page to the next, one page at a time
From the same alphabet new words are born
New families, new neighbourhoods, new ways
New relationships and new lines to rhyme
Yet there is some thought that connects and stays.
So like a story with some twists and turns
Characters coming in, going out of sight
The plot, like an administrator, learns
Brings in the thrill of new rules that must rule
To set right what’s left, leave out what’s not right
And use every trick as its writing tool.
So like poetry using thoughts compressed
To bring order to chaos quietly
Resolutely they move on, not distressed
Embedding charm in all the places right
Unifying life that loves diversity
Kneading humdrum moments with some insight.
So like a thriller, so like a romance
Tragedy, comedy, and some drama
They’re all there in its embracing expanse
A womb, a casket, a bag, and a shell
Together as chromosomal karma
That happily pull an immortal bell!
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“I am back in my beloved city.” – Khushwant Singh, Delhi
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Arvind Passey
29 April 2016
