Just another day.
Just another 24 hour block
Of not-knowing when we will
Encounter a life-defining moment.
We look at weather forecasts
Predicting monsoonal rain,
And political analysts, clairvoyantly
Pitching the next week
And we are just stocking up
Everything; ironed shirts, diary entries
And the fridge, and out there,
On a lonely hospital bed, a dengue
Patient waits, stocking up his platelets,
To get back on the road
To that journey of life, which at its best,
Becomes oblivious of two things,
Time and space.