The phrase was closer once, a quiet weight
Spoken in rooms where time would slow its pace.
“Tum mera sukoon ho” — a fixed estate,
The very baseline of a solitary space.
Now time zones pull our geography apart,
Your morning breaks as my daylight dies.
The heavy static compromises the start
Of every broken phrase the network tries.
You run through traffic, navigate the strain,
While anxiety circles in its familiar ring,
And though I cannot insulate the pain,
I hold the stillness that those words can bring.
The miles are loud, the daily transit rough,
The signals frayed by all that stands between,
But the remembrance of that phrase is enough
To ground the moving shadow on the screen.
Beyond the noise where separate lives are thrown,
That single truth remains forever the sturdiest stone.
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