Honour

_{You still carry with you the ethos}

_{of your bringing up, the way you
pronounce 'ivy' leagues reversely,
and other words and phrases
as you casually weave conversations
which sometimes go as long as my studio
lab of four hours, quite conveniently and
timelessly as you chronicle your
awaiting sleepless nights of work
amidst the passion that lingers behind
the dark stories you narrate
whimsically, and my inhabiting in peculiar
network areas that take us back
in time to the fields of our farmer ancestors,
And maybe thus, scrutinizing the food that
goes down our oesophagus or the alcohol that
the mouth needs to first appreciate
fully before it's let go,
To the individual yet shared instance
of full moon night contemplations;
Walks that extend beyond
the limbs or the mind
dissecting the social constructs
unabashedly, reveling in the natural cosmos
unapologetically, and the silence
which is omnipresently absent,
From my misadventure in the drill field
you mock at, and other instances,
minding everything, and nothing at all,
and keeping at bay the
dualities that plague and
the love that prevails?}