Teesta Review: A Journal of Poetry, Volume 3, Number 1. May 2020. ISSN: 2581-7094
Stirrings
of a Young Heart
Initially
hesitant,
My
body is now one
With
the new regimen
Of
waking up to a haunting silence.
One
With
the dancing shadows of stillness
That
bounces back and forth
With
the languid breeze.
One
With
the muffled television
Crooning
cheerful strains
Of
a half- forgotten beat.
One
With
the lonesome mendicant
Awaiting
mercy with open palms.
One
With
the sky
Unravelling
its colours with passing hour.
Thus
forged is a strange connect,
Only
to be broken
By
the familiar drone
of
the garbage collection vans.
Suddenly,
The
animated feet find their ground
The
gloved hands, all come out.
Rubbish
dumped.
Glances
exchanged.
No
smiles are visible through the hideous masks.
Blank
stares.
And
then...
Back
inside home.
Home
sweet home.
Before
work takes over my mind,
I
make myself a cup of tea
And
watch its rings of steam
Gently
stretching,
Waking
up, raising its tiny head,
Trembling
slightly
As
if in a deep slumber,
Dreaming
of what once was
One
With
shimmering vignettes
Of
love, laughter and longing.
A
longing that had lasted for ages.
Gradually,
its translucent wisps
Dissolve
as gently as it had emanated...
Makes
you wonder
How
lives too are ephemeral.
One
day, here;
Another
moment, poof! You're gone.
Only
to be born again
Someday,
somewhere,
Donning
a different skin
To
take a sip
Of
the brewing storm.