A Bit Like Love

I hit the loop button too often.
They say, you can play songs on shuffle too
You know, to discover something new
For a change
Why the same song
Over and over again

I’ve read The God of Small Things
Nearly forty seven times by now
Yet every time Ammu promises to Velutha
Naaley, tomorrow, I know I’ll return again
I laugh
Despite every other book
Why the same pages
Over and over again

I visit the same cafe
Every two weeks
If possible, the same table
The same old sandwich
The same mundane mojito
They laugh,
There are other places too, you know
Try something new
Why the same place
Over and over again

I never answered
But oh, the irony of monotony!
The security in the routine
The desire to keep going back
This unquenched feeling
This is all I have

A bit like love
A lot like home
Coming back each day
To the same sandpaper hands
To the same little nothings you say.
Seven grand continents
One hundred and ninety five funny countries,
But for every next breath
For every next song
For every dimly lit cafe
For every day of my life
For as long as I can
You, on loop,
Over and over again.

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