New Town

New Town

New stars nibble the frosty darkness
Calm celestial countdown
Meltdowns on the
Soft carpet of green
By the balustraded boulevard
New town buses thundering by
Lazy home comers
From the IT sector, satchels slinging
The brute city, dark hearted mars humanity
Towering behemoths shrug  shoulders
with precision ease
Yet I sense the scented wind
Carrying swaying parcels of hopes
Dense in its prosaic pastel
breeze.

The gold aureole of impotent streetlamps
Carve impossible pi dreams.
From heaven to earth
A natal jolt backwards
Through time
Reaffirms astral chords.
I smell the salty fried offerings
Hawked by vendors
Spring rolls and corn on cobs
Go by jauntily
Hand in hand.
New lovers fresh as spanking
Summer lullaby.

My mind haunts the dark crevices of
Our tiny bedroom
In our tiny flat
Where cars scrawl love notes
In bold zebra bars upon
ceilings of domestic heavens
In reverent reveries
I turn my eyes inwards
To violet dreams.
Singing to my children
Of the sparkle...of
Ancestral dreams.

© Amrita Valan 2015