They have a way
of come-and-go,
without invitation
with no warning,
those tunes
made of place and encounter
and a long time ago;
but they go
and as they go
they trip and smirk
and rush to destinations
we are not supposed to know,
but I’ve heard that they hide
in this hide-and-seek
climb and slide world of
Ludo
and Snakes and Ladders
lurk in other people’s minds
or tiptoe around
the cacophony of the latest hits.
So fickle,
these ditties of a long ago;
so unworthy to be theme-song
of a love gone waste
or a history squandered
and yet so adept
at trumping mortality.
[from the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']
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