𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 [ a poetry collection ]

6. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 - Part 2: 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆𝒔

Maybes

Glues and sellotapes do exist.
You go and sit on that empty park bench.

Maybe I'll come today or tomorrow
Or the next month or the next year.
Maybe a friend will come across you.
Maybe a stranger will ask you some
whats, whys, hows and whens.

Maybe my paper won't appear new and fresh as it was before,
But the torn fragments will somehow get connected.
Maybe a major part of its originality will reside in oblivion,
Leaving behind rugged racks to provide room
For some major transformations to come.
Maybe I'll find the gap-fillers.

Maybe the waves will nuzzle my feet and whisper,
"Here's the moisture your dry feet longed for.
We're always here, do not hesitate to come back,
For a long journey awaits your footfalls, our little ripple."

Maybe the seashells will stay for a moment and whisper,
"जितना भी ट्राए करलो बन्नी,
लाइफ़ में कुछ न कुछ तो छूटेगा ही |
तो जहाँ हैं, वहीँ का मज़ा लेते हैं |"

[ Translation:
No matter howsoever hard you try Bunny,
Something will surely slip away in life.
So wherever we are, let's dip into the moment and rejoice in it. ]

Maybe I'm the lyricist.
Maybe you'll be the singer.
Maybe this lifetime is too short,
But enough to complete the song.

Slowly but surely, we all will heal over time.

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