Another year ends, look back—the past tense,
sitting under a quiet evening sky,
remembering fag ends of happy days and sad,
the colours of Holi now a little brown
with heartbreak, new friends, love lost, luck found,
a long scorching summer followed by thundering rain,
the hypnotic boom of dhak, our ten-armed visitant,
faraway places, the scent of the universe in open skies,
feeling the pulse of the mountains in its streams,
long walks and longer daydreams,
a few hurried birthdays, a cousin’s wedding,
lots of reading,
Christmas in a pagan house, homemade wine
and a fruitcake wanting zest.
my earphones blaring music at midnight and movies
all spun into one fabric,
smelling of old newsprint in a damp building
rolled into empty joints and set to fire,
a false high with people, some of who truly care.
When tonight spills in through my window, popping into distant sparks
I’ll say my goodbye and wish parts of you don’t come by, again.
23:59 December 31st.