I was in a bus when it struck
Waking up from fitful dozing
I heard the yelling and screaming
Of boys bypassing the bus in their bikes
Screaming, “ Happy New Year!”
I look around my fellow passengers –
We have yet a long way to reach home
There wouldn’t be much of a New Year celebration
For us; I love my fellow travelers.
I fall into a reverie, remembering New Years –
Ruefully, I remember those, drunken, partying kinds
That of lying in the middle of a highway at night
That of dizzying hopping from bar to bar
That spent on the top of a hill, shivering in the cold
That by the side of the sea where I would part with my love.
I remember the New Years, lacklustre, spent at home
Indifferent, blank to the gyrating glitterati in the TV
New Years spent alone, nursing a drink, bitter
Blaming self for the promises unkept , resolutions unresolved.
Chilling gusts of wind blast through the open window.
I remember those who were with us in the beginning of the last year
Yet no more, today, or ever, on another New Year day.
****** *****Balachandran V, Trivandrum, 01-01-2012