December 2022
Author's Note: I like exploring the given theme and to me "Unexpected" is found in everyday life, the way a new day unfolds and continues through little and big joys and griefs. I have tried to write about my impressions and feelings as experienced on one such day of mine.
Letting Go of the Light
The morning sun inscribes a fiery red
in a bid to swallow the windowpane-
precious upon the night long rain.
The canopy is awash with a softened glow
like a mind growing old in memories evenly laid.
The clothesline is glazed with droplets
that silently await an escape-
a crow is surveying the early hours
as I clip the clothes beating silence onto my face.
The fruit laden branches of Ramphal tree
are stooping to women resting by the road,
imploring for a share of life and laughter.
The opposite plot, a waste land
bears the weight of bricks today-
naked iron rods darting off mortar
like the rising thoughts layered in years so long.
A disquiet, moments slipping through the weeping holes,
the air, erased and hollowed of the beauty once held.
Dust laden griefs strip the clouds,
wishes turn obscure in bare stillness.
©2022 Abha Das Sarma
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