My Universe
written by: Sujata Dash
If seeing is believing
then I am undone
my eyes open to feel the light
to fantasize a flock of angels
forever in flight
I try to palpate a garden
perpetually in bloom
but fail to do so
as I am born sans vision
I have learnt to love
by feeling contours
I drink from river of silence
to assuage my weary thoughts
I am flooded with sympathy
without putting any conscious effort of mine
but these lousy empathies
pull down morale
leaving me to whine
to ‘silence’… I willingly return
in my bid to eschew offensive pain
I squawk like a chicken
when I realise
my cart of life has traversed a long
I have grown in size and age
my skirt does not fit me at all
my body shows signs of adolescence
Mom keeps an eye upon me
I am advised ‘not to go out alone’ anymore
I keep shuttling between rooms
missing fragrance of jasmine and rose
My hand aches with emptiness
my soul too gets melancholic
alone I sit and peek through the window
afraid of meeting eyes
mom puts her best of efforts
to drape me in vibrant shades and colors
and twin my hair strands into braids
my cheeks flame with indignation
don’t know why and how
I turn rebel but keep mum
Who do I blame?
my source or the Almighty?
for having buffed and chiseled me
in a mould
that is ‘less than ordinary’
but, I am too shy and timid for any kind of conjecture
or, I have fallen into the trap
‘Acceptance is bliss’
as time piles on!
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