Written by Archita Nayak
A constant process-
weaving sights into words,
reading my surroundings.
even if you catch me
sitting alone and idle,
on that cornered bench,
where children are playing,
two old men enjoying each other’s company,
youngsters doing yoga and tai chi,
I’ll be there with my thoughts,
Writing poetry in my head. I’ll be there with my stories
Being written in my head.
You may find me talking to you,
but let me tell you,
I’ll be half-present, every time.
because the other half is always
busy in observing everything,
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