the life in me mushrooms
like a wave inside the sea's belly
every morning the sky blanches
into white paper,smeared with fog
as the sensation of a distant night
hanging in the closet leaves me
a fossil of dreams rolled over and over
by light walking and then walking backwards
from the walls
they have lived with me as much as i have with them
like a wave inside the sea's belly
every morning the sky blanches
into white paper,smeared with fog
as the sensation of a distant night
hanging in the closet leaves me
a fossil of dreams rolled over and over
by light walking and then walking backwards
from the walls
they have lived with me as much as i have with them
It's snowing in Simla...!! Winter is certainly not one of my favourite seasons...the numbness in the hands...the frostbites...it makes me think about frozen hearts,indifference and not to mention,apathy
ReplyDeletebut as i look at the snowfall pictures , i realise the pages i pick from the shelves of my personal memories, were in fact all happy ones and hence , i miss it all
~Aindrila
I am waiting for exactly this...the life in me to mushroom. The longer it takes, the more I fear there will be no wave in this sea. Just a glassy surface with no wind to set sail. But intrinsically I know that no one emotion lasts for ever...that the sea changes with the moon and the wind, and who am I to presuppose it's static nature? So I wait. Ahhhh, I tire of waiting.
ReplyDeleteAindrila,
ReplyDeletethat is painful information since it has been coming in...i have to pointlessly live a wafer's life inside this air tight bag....i miss it like my last smile...
Annie,
winters here have been so pointless...it is snowing unexpectedly in my native land after 76 years while i sweat here when i have to walk a flight of two stories to get some fresh air at the least...i'm tired of waiting too....someday i might just give in ..