No Rolling Credits Beneath these massive marvels, the bodies of those masons are buried — without coffins. The architects took the cake. Queens plundered the fame. From the woman who placed first brick to the man who applied final stroke of brush: all are dusted. Names have been forgotten. we never memorized them in the first place. Healed I gave away my late Mom's blue sari which remained untouched since several years. She had worn it for my Master's Graduation. I did not take pictures that day. First day @ Job Today the chick has hatched. It rubs its eyes while it struggles to get up on its feet. It will learn fast to run fast; run zigzag, cut lanes & fly. The world is a beautiful place— full of scavengers.
About the author
Jay Gandhi is a thirty-four year old poet residing in Mumbai, India. He’s an Accountant by profession, a Guitarist and a Yoga Practitioner. He derives inspiration from mundane things. Poetry is his tool to find beauty in the daily routine. His poetry has been featured in anthologies such as Persian Sugar in English Tea, Poets on the Run, Saffron Flavoured Rock Candy and Once upon a meal. His poems have been published by the online magazine Muddy River Poetry Review and have made it to the front page of OpenArtsForum.com. In free time, Jay likes to walk for long distances.