Full Stops and Pink Seats

                                                                                                          

As the elevator takes you down,

And you adore yourself in the mirror,

Maybe the love bomb seems scarier to you,

But the authorities search for scary bombs or knives.

Amidst the crowds and roars,

We stay ignorant of the cottages

Spelling tales of the silent wives.

The clock that attracts the Potter heads—

No time for reminiscing,

We board the moving, pretty vessel instead.

Strangers around, sometimes the awful smells,

And I—sandwiched between men—

Breathless, I count till ten.

Avoiding the rush,

The early arrival gifts a pink seat.

How do we explain

The safety found in the women’s coach,

Even when there are no clues for hugs or greet?

New faces silently become familiar,

But quick meetings turn to goodbyes.

A journey of fate—

From unexpected hi(s) and high(s)

To expected handshakes and byes.

                                                            

No clue where life takes this vagabond.

What once felt tight in mind,

And longed to hold every bond,

Now seems easy—

No rush, no push.

Someone has learnt the art of letting go.

Of course, the little plants do grow.

The lesson learned through heartbreaks and traumas:

Full stops feel easier now

Than loops of endless commas.

The once-stubborn heart finds joy in temporariness.

It learns to see beauty in a fleeting spell.

Not everything is meant to be forever—

But cherishing what remains at hand

Feels peaceful.

Living in the present—

Unchained from past or future—

With no craving for immortal bonds or power,

Is the real power.

The real power is—

To live in the moment.


About the Poem:
This poem captures the quiet lessons hidden in everyday moments—like metro rides, fleeting hellos, and goodbyes to newly met people. It's a reflection on finding comfort in temporary things, learning to let go, and discovering the quiet strength that comes from living in the present.