I remember the virescent countryside
once upon had meant zilch to me.
The euphony of chirping birds
made my heart tedious all the time.
How I wished to leave and scoot,
that piercing winter chill behind me.
and ebulliently head for central heating,
contrived green garden devoid of birds,
granite counters and glass edifice..!!
Pondered I, did I put my efforts for refinement?
Now my novel, imaginative world is
a labyrinth of soulless grey:
grey highways, grey concrete and grey skies.
Often I prevision..to find if modernity
has planted a tree or sowed some seeds,
or the symphony of zephyr is just passing by..!!
Now a picture of snow clads haul me home,
fill my lungs with fresh and flowery scent of air
and remind me of those I left on the other side.
To beat my blunder, I take a leaf in my hands,
and at home I dry to a skeleton in my old diaries;
before mounting and gracing it on a hued card.
Now each leaf is my left behind loved ones’ smile
and a Souvenir of my Cacophony..!!
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Modernity, technology and you name it.. All these have become synonyms with our lives, transforming us no less than ‘Clockwork Monsters’. But deep within, a part of our hearts long for elapsed moments.. The only Souvenirs of our lives! We crave to be ‘Ourselves’!
Born in the Breathtakingly Beautiful Vale of kashmir, Monika Ajay Kaul has had her schooling done there. A Post-Graduate in Business Management from New Delhi, an Academician by profession. She is passionate about writing poetry and short stories. An avid reader, mostly biographies and autobiographies of World Artists and Writers. Currently a full-time toiling mother. Besides writing, she is a painter too. Giving wings to her imagination through Beautiful Colors and Wuthering Words. As she has rightly put it into words, "Give wings to your imagination..and let your ingenuity fly..!"