Countdown to normalcy I

1.

Yesterday, the wind blew hard,

Carrying along this whisper...

How hard is it to dance to the rhythm of time,-

How hard is it to walk past the places we did,-

How hard is it not to judge?

2.

The redeeming act is not a kiss,

Nor a sorried I love you,

Nor a sullied “I am sorry” amid reflection-

But a deep silence to what were;-

Untold.

3.

Yesterday I drove through our town,

With the heat unending.

The hooting cars as music,

And;-

For a moment, normalcy seemed possible

With the hints of bread overpowering that of sweat,

In the crowded streets of this city under the sun,

I thanked the universe;-

That for a moment, the daily was slowly forming

Yet as the blurred voices of drivers cursing faded in,

And the rush out of traffic began,

The mind got flooded.

Back to the cruelty that normalcy bore.

4.

So, the redeeming act could never be a kiss,

Nor a sorried I love you in the streets where both vowed,

Nor a sullied “I am sorry” amid reflecting of what was,-

But a deep silence,

To destiny that keeps apart,

That which ought to be parted.