There will always be another tomorrow,
for our quest for
I-don’t-know-what-I-want,
for our search for that dress we saw in the mall,
for that growl of hunger
specifically designed to signal
an incoming binge fest,
like the ringtone of the phone we never put down.
Because there will always be another tomorrow,
for more empty idols to litter our sweat-lands,
for us to stand so tall we are almost prostate,
for us to exchange our “good sense”
for someone else’s,
And there will be yet another tomorrow;
for every whim satisfied,
there will be another lying in wait,
and more time for us to sharpen the eye,
lick lips in endless anticipation,
too lazy to even pretend
that the same ritual won’t happen again,
but there will always be another tomorrow,
even when we have run out of them-
learning will overwrite learning,
will rewrite the words of yesterday,
until in a mud-less, sky-less, sea-less world,
the tomorrows may one day stop.
Navya is a contributor at ALMA MAGAZINE
