These days
I can’t stop writing
Like I am cursed
By the muse
I have captured
And dream himself
I met a little girl
In train
The girl almost died
Leaning over train window
The window shutter dropped
Suddenly
The exact moment
She moved
From the window
She was struggling
With her digital watch
Someone asked her
What is the time
She said,
I don’t know
I wore this watch for the lights
Inside it
Not for the time
I had to get down,
Seeing the girl
For the last time
Death doesn’t bother her
Neither the time
Lights,
These days
I can’t stop seeing things
Like I am blessed
By the time
For not existing
I am wearing it
Like the little girl
Unaware of the brightness
Of nights.
Brotipriya 