Fatigued is the weather forecast in my head as my mind, body and sole (yep the leather upper and rubber /PVC below!) get used to my past … city of residence ie.

 

Its funny when the increase in pace of the loops of daily routine events that you do define your concept of time … which in turn controls your body clock/age/ stubble growth/gene translation … et al

in short that’s what’s causing the fatigue as I adopt my adaptation into another 1 BHK format in south Central India … reason the puff pant … or was it the impromptu games of badminton (the shuttle format not the ball one!) over the weekend @ Manori??? me thinks … anyways did doze off my muscle curls over the past 2 days after another day on UPS last Ugadi monday

 

another city another time,

perhaps a new leaf to turn this, soft and sublime

today’s fast a memory as tomorrow sleep walks in,

time’s more like a glacier thawing its self into a river … warmin the ice thin

familar faces frozen in pictures yet alive in the mind,

for one to rejoice on as and when one chooses to rewind

new places, new faces in an ancient land,

relationship to forge, friendships to rekindle of what was once thought of as ‘canned’!

my eyelids droop and shelter my eyes from the truth called reality,

and opens up another land of dreams, memories and plain idiosyncratic confetti

hours and minutes to wear out before the clock ages the day into the past,

for then the darkness of the twlight shall on this earth cast

and friend’s and family might remember me,

as they sip their beverage warm ~ be it tea or coffee

one more opportunity for me to adopt the adapt routine,

its a familiar city with a strange neo cultural sheen

could take some this for me to call this part of the globe a home,

& hope that by then it isn’t time to pack up & leave a house for a home 

… with furniture and all alone

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