A precise call from past invited his attention.
He looked at the skyscrapers from hustling present
where he made grave of his true joy deserting all will.
His reminisces travelled to where his belongings exist.
There is a black mountain in the serenity.
where he used to live far away and farther away joyously
He had a white horse and was a jockey for his pet.
He used to fly across clouds like a pro singing jingles.
He had a white palace in the black city
Where he used to live far and farther away peacefully
He designed and redesigned to test the architect in him.
The monument, where he used to have his evening drinks alone.
He had a white tomb in the black sea
Where he used to live far and farther away from all the buzz
He used to write poems that get embossed on his grave
When he read Wordsworth’s Romeo and Juliat, he chased his breath.
The white horse, the white palace, the white tomb
He searched them all, every where only in despair to find nothing
It wasn’t there? The question mark pricked! Yes! It was never there!
No! It was always there, but was on his dreams, only in his dreams!
The precise call from the past invited his earnest presence again.
Skyscrapers and the grave teased him in those hustling moments!
© Maaya Dev