TIME

Time isn't the same river

I am crossing

I ain't the same person I was

And yet rituals 

repeat themselves

like the rotating prayer wheels

kissing Mcleodganj breeze

with shaking hands

and fluttering heart

a soul holds onto life

that looks like coffee

words, noise, smiles

to drown the ache

of an old scar love left

the waterproof Kajal

won't smudge for sure?

the tip of the index finger

pressed at the tip of the eye

she looks at a past

mourning a future !