Pritam's Blog
A Prolonged Intrusion
Sometimes,
When the dusk falls
And you, standing at your window,
With a coffee mug in hand,
Look at the crowded street below,
And amidst the traffic and trees,
Glowsigns and flats,
And the chaos of music, mikes and passer by,
Under the slate sky,
You see a figure
Standing there at the crossroad
Staring at you…
Does it happen to you?
Do you see someone standing there sometimes?
A blur figure,
The face is not clear
Yet you know who she is…
Does it happen to you, I ask.
You stare at her,
The coffee turning tepid,
And then she comes closer
And you talk to her.
You ask her how she is
And what she does now.
She just smiles at you
Not saying a word.
And you ask why is she here.
She smiles again
And says,
“Let’s talk about the bad things… about relationship.”
“Is it necessary?” You ask,
She says, “Yes, it is.”
And then she says that
Relationships are nothing
But prolonged intrusion…
And she vanishes…
You smile
And respond to
Your six years old dauhgter
Who is calling you.
Not knowing that
The intruder is still here,
And that she is not alone,
Not knowing that you
Have always loved this intrusion,
You smile and turn back.
But you know
That it feels great to be called ‘Papa.’