Sometimes the most amount of love we can give to someone
Sounds like saying that the building is not building, it looks like a transformer.
“You are not you”.
He says if stones spoke, they would have so much to say.
The girls in the background, in the playground, scored a
point.
A shuttle fell. The shuttle rose. Their Badminton hit a
flying object.
He reminds, “look we hid here. We used to be scared of
plants.”
“But look how small this place is now!”
The largest place in the universe is the corner in the
building
That would let us go.
We talked about sizes and shapes and shadows.
He says while counting all the houses that happened
“sometimes if I believed in magic I would reimagine
Everything”. “you mean you don’t now?”
This time, the other team of girls cheered.
The boys raced and timed each other.
So what’s up?
is the answer that buildings invented.
“Remember the first time we bought the cycle here,
Remember we bought our first car here,
Remember when you got hit by a basketball,
And I just laughed. Remember how the dogs ran after you,
And I still laughed. Remember how the uncle saved you.
Or better, saved the dogs.” Sometimes, the evening hits
us like a shuttle
Failing to find a winner for the match. We watched till
the grass
Seemed green, we watched till the grass turned green
we watched till the evening set
and they switched on the lights of the playground.
We watched for a long time.
He talks to buildings as if they are transformers, picture
frames, cue cards.
Today the stones reminded him of what if. Tomorrow,
He would go look at the pigeon and say how we do not
deserve their shit
Day after he would look at monkey and say reminds me of
you
When love is that corner under the sky, where building
rises
How are we supposed to take leave of everything that made
us,
Grow up. How do we think that stones would speak and
cheer
a shuttle that is winning the match.
Sometimes the glorious ending to a match is
To see the boys explaining how that finish line is
Nothing but Chole Bhature. “Just imagine it is.
Don’t worry about the seconds.”
So, what’s up? and the building would say sky
What is up?
When
we first came here the building looked down at us.
We looked up at building. Up is building.
Tomorrow the building would say up is satellite
Day after it would say up is where pigeon is, living
And we would talk about other’s gardens
like they were our own,
Think of spaces that were small
not that we grew up.
Ask the transformed building
where does leaving live?
Why leaving is the only case that makes up for stones
That don’t even know someone is re-imagining them
The great deal about leaving home is
That you never come back.
When you do, you ask what’s up
But what’s up is the answer that buildings invented
Remember, we question sky
Someday the building might speak stones
Someday it might say, up is remember