This could be today

or any day in the past.

I am not sure anymore….

cutting through the traffic jam

and then turning right to hit the highway

Leaving the sun always to the left

near my home.

A scavenged mind under a glistening helmet

and at a certain point the shoulders ache

with the weight of

numerous memories,

and a back pack.

It could be me

or anybody else…

walking down Park Street

or Esplanade

strangers brushing past me

like rough wind in the sea of humanity.

Friends have turned the corner

to enter into bylanes of memories

for tea in earthen cups

or endless arguments

or hearse

It could be me

or anybody else

as I turn left, while coming back home.

Today

or any day in the past