Dust



 

Through the dust

Like silhouettes from a forgotten epoch,

Amidst the smog

Like the flicker of a liminal moment,

In the night

Like a smile from the distant moon

They appear

Angels of this world,

Only to disappear

From sight
And from memory;
Not an illusion,

But a reality that does not linger.

Only the dust remains

With the smog

And my wondering thoughts.

New Delhi, 05 December 2011