sometimes
i forget
daydreams are
portals
into timelines
which never existed
memory reinvents itself
under its own gaze
soft brushstrokes of time
revealed, revealing
the big banyan tree
its roots interwoven, holding
that open veranda
a trickster’s playground
walking slowly in winding alleys
इलाइची दूध और आटे के बिस्किट
falling asleep to myths
falling into
portals
early morning birdsong
a rendezvous with stars
roots that run deep
across oceans separating lands
can you hear the echoes?
or see the mark left behind
for only your eyes?
is it time to cross the threshold?
words are
portals
too, bending time
to face the muse
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