A Two-Point Monologue

I talk of…
The great magnitude, unfettered as it were,
The winding lanes, the haunted treads,
The greens, so rare, spilling over such, even rarer,

And what do you talk of?
How Nadia is God’s gift to men!!



I talk of…
The evening chill, winter’s cheeky comeback promo,
The dew, the damp, courtesy all the open and void,
The misty yellow lights, abuzz, aglow,

And what do you talk of?
A wisecrack on umbrellas as the answer to the choreography famine,
And still, how Nadia is God’s gift to men!!



I talk of…
Some relations, of blood, of distance, of word,
Some tumult, some glitch, some final happy end,
Some envy, some let-down, some revisit plan despite the grudge,

And what do you talk of?
Pity and scorn for the curse of our generation,
The tales of education, coexistence and cinema – yes, of the legends,
And how, therefore, hereby, Nadia is God’s gift to men!!



I talk of…
Heady crowds, tunnels never more windy,
Arbitrary rambles, destination uncharted, undefined,
Open questions, relieved of their usual prejudice, opinions free,

And what do you talk of?
The straight and the narrow, and living all beyond,
The linguistic errors, the false security, the cereal and the noise,
Of obvious multiple pretexts, of un-understood abbreviated texts,
And how, all said and done, Nadia is God’s gift to men!!


p.s. my regards and infinite thanks to a number of moments/people/things...prominent among which are God for the best luck i've had in a wile, a certain free spirit, the free thoroughfare permitting grounds of iit-d, a rather quaintly functioning memory, and an even crazier quill.....and of course, the irrepressible Nadia Majitha!!