[Poetry]
The gentle rays of the morning sun glistens at my window,
Washing in its light the stretch of grey ahead of me,
I tilt my head up to bask in its warmth,
And in the otherwise dull monotony that my life is,
I realize it’s a beautiful new day!
A thousand times I’ve sat in the same place,
While I’ve travelled along these endless roads,
Yet not once have I noticed the things that pass me by,
Not once have I drowned myself in the buzz around,
Not once has my gaze changed from its blank.
The salt in my hair speaks of the decades I’ve lived,
I’ve played all my roles ever so earnestly,
Forever striving in my endeavour to make ends meet.
Merely coursing through long weekdays and their brisk ends,
With a hope to live my dreams someday, when all else takes a back seat!
A question suddenly arises on this one beautiful day!
Its unspoken answer creating a turmoil deep within,
Exposing me to the bitter reality of the life I’ve lived,
Rocking the calm surface on which I’ve established myself,
Threatening to jeopardize everything I’ve done and been.
Is this life? The endless days summing up into nothing?
The treacherous silence of its humdrum deafening my ears?
The zest to explore buried and bygone?
How far behind have I left that part of me?
The part that got captivated by all things- unique and ordinary!
The part that found joy in the guileless.
The part that smiled at the warm and the taciturn alike.
The part that made dreary lore come alive.
Am I really living or am I only breathing?
A faint discomfort grips my soul and urges me to wonder…
How many times have I soaked in the splendours of nature on us bestowed?
How many times have I stopped by to watch the gorgeous river flow?
How many times have I counted the stars in the evening sky?
How many times have I stopped by to watch a kite fly high?
How many times have I admired a flower bloom in spring?
How many times have I stopped by to dance and sing?
How many times have I told my mother that I love her so?
How many times have I stopped by to watch my children grow?
Just how many times in the changing of seasons have I come alive?
How many times in the years gone by have I lived life?
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P.S: My husband took this photograph of the gentleman in a train in Germany. The expression on his face inspired me to write this piece.
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This blog post is a part of the blog challenge ‘Blogaberry Dazzle’ hosted by Cindy D’Silva and Noor Anand Chawla in collaboration with RRE Studios and ShowCase Events