Just a piece of cloth covered
Her withered lean frame.
The heat from the friction
That she has had with life for years had
Shrivelled her skin,
Making it look like the raisins!
Layers of dust
that had risen by her constant journey through life
Sat like a coat on her exposed torso.
Her head was a mass of hair,
Shade darker than her skin
And matted with dirt and grime.
With a gait, unsteady and slow,
Like a toddler’s halting steps,
She came to me and pleaded-“I need some place to sleep! ”
At times like these,
I always wish
that I had the power to play God!
The rains this year have been quite heavy.
The clouds came in droves.
In relentless pursuit
To seek out the culprit
Who had mercilessly decimated their friends,
the tall green trees.
They were their playmates-the trees!
Nestled in their leafy boughs
They would rest their weary body,
Before moving on.
The trees would shake in silent laughter
As the clouds brushed against them,
Wetting them in the process.
Amidst the harsh stony concrete
That rises high and
has replaced the trees,
The clouds can no longer feel at home.
The bond has snapped.
Liveliness has been replaced.
Sensitivity is lost.
The rain falls heavily.
The clouds grieve
The death of their friendship- the absence of the trees!
Suspended in air
In a haze
that the night was in the process of slowly assimilating,
He looked out on the river,
And saw life floating by.
that was memory now,
That which had ditched him
That which he could only long for now.
Life-with its omnipresent nuances.
It’s cravings and desperation.
It’s pain inducing demands.
It’s relentless cyclicality.
He saw life for one last time,
From close quarters.
Then the wind picked up speed
And tore into the haze.
He was now a million fragments,
Which assimilated into
Outside the train’s window,
The world moves away in a blur-
the patch of green fields,
The cauliflower shaped cloud,
Everything slips away,
Like the grains of sand passing
Through the pores in the fingers.
Inside the train they sit.
Face to face and
try to recapture
and bring back time,
That had run away from them.
They bind the time in chains
of their words,
Lest it slips away again.
Reminding of times gone past.
They stab at the mind with insensitive abandon,
And incite pain, eliciting tears.
When the clock struck eight.
You chose to move on the sly.
With a final shake of your head,
You, the fighter, bade the final goodbye!
Its been now a year past.
Of mortal bonds you are long freed.
In the elements of nature now,
You, we continue to search and seek.
In the lap of nature you lie
Shroud of wet earth as your cover.
Rest in peace in nature’s company
And dwell in our minds forever!