Moment to Moment
At times the monotony of life could be depressing; then again, it comforts... like the lullabies one's mother sings, it gently prods you to a dreamless sleep... sometimes making you wish you never woke up...But what happens when one day, the routine is broken? When there is no more you to read?'reading them again and again'...It is a beautiful poem, Venu.Why? because I read it over and over and reflect on it. Thats what a good poem does to me.
Days bump into one another so fast nowadays that I am often confused. Wasn't it only yesterday we celebrated last new year? And it is already the next one tomorrow. Days and weeks and months and years are getting telescoped. To see the difference between one day and the next, you have to be intensively attentive now; you have to listen to the subtlest of the variations in the familiar gestures.
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