The Pursuit

Rain patters down from a heavy cloud

In the bazaar- Smells of sweat & growing mold

I thread my way through another crowd

In your pursuit, running as fast as legs could

For what feels like an umpteenth time

We’re in this alley, shut from sunshine

You seem to know your way around

I struggle to keep up, listening to my heart pound

The trick – It plays once again

You stop to chat with ones I know by names

I try to catch up- But in vain

And you fade away, leaving me insane

The ones I know offer a smile

Knowing I had lost you after all this while

This foray and all those long miles

Fade away like you, in a futile pile

The alarm resounds, it is another day

Snooze may not let me have my way

Rain patters from the same very cloud

I put the pursuit away, till the sun goes down!

©Anitha Kaveri