In the here and now
As the moment pauses to breathe
Our eyes meet again
On a crowded street…
Shall we acknowledge,
Shall we avert?
What about the days
When we lyrically existed
In each other’s gaze?
Stomping feet, rising dust,
Soot in our face
We hastily measure
The shortening distance between us.
But the rising whorls of our silence
Stealthily suck the street’s din
And in a flash we find us back
In the chaotic patterns we live in.
©Murtaza Danish Husain
January 24, 2005
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