Show-worthy things get mentioned, while the rest clubbed as 'and the rest.'
Et cetera is not irrelevant
Nay, far from it.
Acknowledged in anonymity,
et ceteras are your being in collectivity.
Nobody knows the pain of being pushed to margins
More than the et ceteras.
Et cetera is the demure wife of a sailor
Patiently weaving the yarns of desire
Only to unravel them in the nights sapphire.
Et cetera never speaks, never complains,
You bundle it out to the margins where
It licks its wounds and dresses the pains.
The one left behind on a crowded platform is et cetera
And the one that got lost on a journey
is another et cetera.
Words slipping from the corner of your mouth and drowning in the coffee mug;
The faint laughing lines on your face
-A face that is otherwise cold and smug;
Green Dhaniya leaves in a bowl of daal
Or a television series named Chaupaal
An unopened packet, a broken dart
Or my memory buried deep in your heart
Et cetera,
They are just that- et ceteras.
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