Mihir Chitre \ Winter 2015
The entropy of a system
Increases with time, says the second
Law of thermodynamics.
The older you grow, the more
The disorder within you.
I remember batting for many hours
As if each ball I faced was my first
And, simultaneously, the last.
Moments of brilliance storming out of the pistol
Of those freewheeling noons. Even a miscued
Loft would sometimes go for six. Litres of cola
Splattered on cotton evenings.
There was fantasy in sitting on the bench
Waiting for seven O'clock to never arrive.
Akshay Kumar roundhouse-kicking
His way through Khiladiyon Ka Khiladi.
Our future sprawling against us
Like light from a rising sun, everything
Before the advance of a fated loss.
Heads you win; tails you win
Yet the stubborn calling of the toss.
Mihir hates half measures. When he loves, he loves; when he disconnects, he disconnects.
He is the author of Hyphenated, a poetry collection published by Sahitya Akademi in 2014.