All the same

                                                            

                                             Outside the Guest House of IISc, Bangalore

Nothing changed
What was the fuss
I wonder
The nervousness
The dark clouds
All cleared
Without so much
As a noise
All the same
Yesterday and today
Big confessions
A flurry of congratulations
Vanished, no later
Than the day break
Why did the night, then
Weigh so heavy
And the thunder, in vain
Came and went, noticed
By none;
He sat in the chair
As usual
It was, just
Another day
Clear skies
Unrecognized smiles
Showed no signs
Of the struggle
That was past
The honest attempts
And the lessons taught
Well maintained accounts
Of no dues
Forgotten family
Reunions few
Could not take
The discipline away
Of a simple life, turned
Into shades of Grey.