November goes NoAmber on a lot of fireproof things
but tell him ‘H E I S
O N F I R
E B O Y’,
and buoyyy
he will not even need a lifebuoy to wash the ire out of
fire, he will run to the corner of the road and try to brush off the ashes when
he has not even burnt yet.
November goes NoAmber on the curly wavy streets of Delhi
and still there is no cutdown on the emissions. There is no fire extinguisher for
this kind of warming up.
November goes NoAmber and a swarm of traffic lights flirt
with him trying to get him to fit in spheres of their waiting.
If this waiting does not make me throw up,
November will definitely. Because he reacts back. He damn
well reacts back
and that too with a lot of Amber.
November goes NoAmber on the Delhi streets without
batting an eyelid at the traffic signals,
calling out to all whooping traffic lights
and saying ‘give me December and I will give you winter’.
I drag him past the traffic lights.
It is then that November goes NoAmber on me, says there
is no waiting for a month that already rests on the axis of a geography it had
no time in preceding.
November will never yellowy well manage alone.
November still got the cheek to tell me how left out he
feels when the search party only comes for the warmth in winter. What about the
chill. What if the blankets want to send a search party for the chill.
And in that moment, I figured, November makes sense only
when it is not speaking NoAmber.
Obviously, I go NoAmber on November
and tell him he still got pretty chill for a color that
does not let go sun’s hands.
And in that moment, I swear I saw November raysing ears,
laughing without letting go y from the year.
I don’t know why.
Don’t ask me where did the why go.
This whole year has been about going and not coming back.
And if I had had a heart I would have definitely let it come back with a beat for
the NoAmber in this November’s search party.
November still says that he aint looking for sunshine,
that he is looking for caution in traffic lights.
No November, you better not go NoAmber now.