they measure years in the grey of hair

tyres at the waisteline

dark circles under eyes

cut of the torusers

bulge at the bosom in blouse

 

they measure passion in

the colours brushed on cheeks

blued eyelashes

pencil kohled eyes

lined and filled lips

 

together they run amuck

in circles

to arrive nowhere

the post of their youth

that wishful fulfilled arrival has long passed

the passage to the valley of flowers

has passed

unannounced

untouched

and they run amuck causing wishful thinking

to count years

in dyed hair

hung over implants.

 

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Pritpal Kaur
Pritpal Kaur
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.