Bypassing

Days of white pages

And, on the spur of moment

Words dropped in for a chat

While contemplating the split second.

Time demands the study table

To be filled with books that make future.

But mine is adorned with words of-

Authors, Writers and Magicians

Asking me to keep faith in the blurs

Asking me to escape.

Such is my love

For the friend who stays miles away

He who resides in the inbetweeness 

Of virtuality and reality.

Some temporalities are permanent!

In the hour

When families are breaking,

Houses are breaking

Friends too-

He who is in a daze

Heals.

Just as the authors say...

Just as the escalator drifts heavenwards 

But leads to the same place.