so many times…
broken conversations
loud whispers
drunken ramblings
high-pitched, deep-throated
voices that nights carry
so many times.
voices that prick
the ear
before sleep
pulls shut the eye
voices that have no language
only volumes
night winds magnify
nerul, thane
bangalore, uxbridge
when sleep mixes
with travelling voices
by strangers
in the night
someone
tell me why
i always think
it’s the street below
my window at home
so many times.