Orange-Stained Shoes, A Prose-Poem
Автор: abhilasha ♡
Загружено: 2026-03-02
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This poem sits in that fragile space between ambition and intimacy. The moment you realize “moving forward” and “staying connected” are not always the same direction. It’s about the subtle trade-offs we only understand years later, when the windows no longer open and the gulmohar isn’t part of the route anymore.
The prose-poem:
Every evening at 5:40, a red bus cut through our town like a promise.
We used to stand at the stop with just enough time, always just enough. And yet, somehow, the bus would leave without us. A shoelace would loosen, a coin would fall, a question would stretch longer than expected.
By the time we looked up, the red rectangle would already be dissolving into dust.
So we walked.
There was a Gulmohar tree halfway down the road that dropped its flowers without apology. The petals stained the ground a quiet orange, like something burning slowly but beautifully. We never stepped over them carefully. We let the color cling to our shoes.
The walk took forty minutes. Long enough for the sky to soften. Long enough for our shadows to stop competing and start overlapping.
Back then, I thought the bus meant progress, movement, escape, a straight line toward a better version of life.
The walk felt accidental.
But the bus was loud. It swallowed people whole and delivered them somewhere else. The walk, on the other hand, kept us visible. Kept us talking. Kept us aware of the exact weight of each step.
Years later, I understand what we were really choosing.
The bus was certainty.
The walk was presence.
One day, we stopped missing the bus.
We arrived on time. We boarded like responsible people do. The doors folded shut between us and the Gulmohar tree. Between us and the orange-stained ground.
The bus moved fast, efficient, correct.
But the windows didn’t open.
And here’s the quiet truth the red bus never told us:
Not everything that moves you forward keeps you together and not everything that delays you is a mistake.
Some love stories aren’t meant to reach the destination.
They’re meant to color your shoes.
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#RedBus #Gulmohar #SlowLove #GrowingUp #PresenceOverProgress
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