Andhadhun, LPTMS, Abstracts

And I'm wondering
What's so blissful about it?
Not a soul around,
For company a piano
Blessed with diffusing sound
And I'm left with footsteps,
An implosion is doing the rounds.

And yet there's something waiting
May be too far away
From the coffee machine;
Red cups, handcuffs letting go of me,
And I am simply wandering
Where the clouds of Physics should be.