I was reading poetry
Waiting for a flight
That would take me to another nowhere
Into the here came in a young couple
Tamil and in love
With a lingo that only Chennai can have
Peppered with the super
And the macha
But if only that, it would dilute the drink
Their spirit was more basal
Fun, light, opening each other
Laughing at jokes, that I would never
Love does that
Makes the inane seem profound
And the profane seem round
Neither very stylish
Nor very classy
And yet so much in love
For a brief moment, the old me,
Paused, smiled and inhaled
This could indeed be heaven for everyone
The poetry I was reading
Was about dislocation and distance
That too - shall one day come with the kingdom.
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