Heritage Walk on Navaratra and Procession on Ram Navami

Worries

Accentuated conversations -
actually only in bits and pieces
You wonder whether you'll
ever reach their level
(do you want to?)

Shreds of memory
reminds of two nights before
when you overstepped the boundary -
self-imposed but brittle - of reservedness
but you enjoyed nevertheless

Why worry?
because all of it is in your mind
Nothing happened -
nothing of the sort you imagine anyway
What is the real thing is the gaze -
now sculpted deep within, leaving you in a daze

Those eyes pulled towards the man,
at the same time pushed away from unrealism
of possibilities - it's the failure of your emotion
The look has become permanent, how he
looked now burnt in your memory.