Wish all my readers a good year ahead- a brighter revolution around the sun!
It happens sometimes
When you surf profiles
Out of curiosity.
Even fall in love
With the picture
Of a lean faced man
Who loves cigarettes
That you hate
Because your father smoked
As he paced jaguar like
Behind dreams in a fog.
The profiles stare at you
From different angles,
From places beyond your
Reach. Life never took you further
Than you needed- the nearby grocery store,
The mall after the bridge, maybe the train journey
Home- a place where nativity roosts. A bird, a star,
A memory, a cloud?
They start to breathe, those pictures,
They inhale possibilities
And exhale grievances,
You sigh at the face you will never know
But know nonetheless for the geography
A face cut can palpitate. You search
For the face-a name, a blog, a voice.
Then lights out. Night simplicity.
Technology sleeps in wires,
Transactions dream of tomorrow.
Dew drop faces disappear
One by one, love dissipates
And you hug a dream.