Paradoxical Experience of Gramya Manthan

Contributor: Prateek Bohra

I sleep the night with the AC on 

but there are no stars above to gaze on

I wake up in the morning cold-play ringing, 

But do not hear the voice of peacocks singing

I wear leather shoes on the street 

But my heart sinks on the sight of Shampi's bare feet

I go bowling with friends

Yet, my sight recalls roaming the streets of Tishti and the laughter riots we had

One question haunts me every night

Will I ever go back again or only live the memories in pain!