Here And After

That summer of 86

In sheer disturbance of cicadas and 

Moths buzzing around;

He stood there in a loose tee and baggy pants.

Around the leisured evening

He usually tunes through the radio channels

Trying to find his self spoken thoughts

Amidst the fading in and out signals.

It seemed he was comfortable 

With his surroundings.

The soon to be burnt lamp was placed 

Just at the center to brighten up the whole room.

Books scattered around; history, literature

Stretched to finance and monetary volumes.

Dreaming and lost for his future 

His face scarcely showed any expression

Fulfilling household duties, running with

The flow of time throughout the day;

Still managing to get a little space for himself

He plans out how and where he will stand 

In this vast world in a not so distant future 

Where he along with his presence will matter;

When things won't be as hard as it is now; 

Which will keep him happy so it seems;

Hands held high up towards the sky 

He draws a line with a smile 

This is the way I am gonna live 

Until I die.