Replying or responding is not
much of a gesture now, listening
and watching matters.
It is Saturday, today. Day
to forget all that passed
onto us.
As afternoon changes into
evening, stories get more
intense and acquire
meaningless connotations.
Doors are closed and gray
with little and no gap
to protect the flow from
neighborтАЩs talk.
We wish we had the
blessing to love, eat and
sleep, without thinking
but ideas are all that is left,
and cold food is all
that is served.
Stay with
Prerna ЁЯЩВ
