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Robber


When all the stories, thoughts and choas in me sleep
I try to overhear stories around me
But it often happens to me
The moment I want someone or something
The whole universe seems vacant
With no one around besides the whispering leaves
The roads running marathon
The clouds tired of handling the mood swings of the sky
From blank to cloud to dark to blue and shades of rainbow
The chairs in the cafe stand empty
But when am accompanying someone
They too are busy hearing the gossips of the crowd
I walk out of the place
The vendors seem busy to narrate
The bus doesn't halt to carry me
It just comes, releases the smoke and leaves

I stand there still
Staring at the lady covered by fabrics
Those eyes look around but seem strange behind those masked faces in scarfs
The men around are stressed to talk of the hard day again
The kid awaiting his school bus is annoyed and sleepy for the lessons till 6
But the teen girl besides him is busy shying and smiling to the cellphone screen
I somehow interfere her thoughts
Is she bunking Mrs. Das class for a coffee date or movie?
Or is she planning for tomorrows farewell look?
Nothing sips in neither the people nor the coconut water
It's so much than a bisleri to sip in at a go

I walk the way to home
May be the bench in the park would narrate my stories to me
Or may be the Jasmine would help to write another version of his moments with her
Or may be the winds would say the stories they have heard
Or may be the pillows would complain to me for stressing them so much about him
Or may be remaining chocolate box on my bed would satisfy my hunger of listening to someone
I just walk counting each step
And I realize it just 4027 steps
How can I be so lazy of throwing tantrums over so less of experience and loss of thoughts
I turn around to double the steps
And I hear him say , "Do you know what she said yesterday..?"

And I smrike
I unlock the phone
Open the notes
And pen, Insecurities and loss of people smile too.

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