Thoughts to Words

Sweat rolls down my forehead like a miniscule distorted bubble making its way through my cheek, and tumbling down the side of my neck. Off late, the sky has been suffering from a serious kidney problem, it is dehydrated and drizzling all the time. I advised it to stay on a strict cloud diet last night before I had a conversation with Grandma. She turned seventy yesterday and twinkled a lot more brightly than all the other stars when I was the first one to wish her "Happy Birthday". The cigarette butts on the road are covered in mud and dirt. The air in my neighbourhood has been passive smoking to channelize its frustration in the form of pollution. A cat needs to cross the road and so do I. We are both in a hurry. I let it go first because I am a huge fan of the way it walks with its head and tail held high and carries itself with utmost dignity. The entire cat clan has a fangirl for life. I am walking on the road, and the city is pushed into a hollow of chaos and heartbrea

In the prosthetic arm of life, Death slit its wrist, with a sharp edged and lucid piece of memory. Abducted by fear, Paralyzed poor tear, in the funeral ceremony. The woodland of self-pity, generously donated a brown coffin. 'Why me?' 'Why only me?' Questions echoed the footsteps of ire, Approaching hastily, to hit the final nail and freeze death. ©songbriti

I have skipped heartbeats, to buck up life, paving a path of hardships, chopping the weeds of naivety. Traces of my blood, found in the pores, of the mud, in Lahore and Amritsar, speaks of the bullet mark, on my right knee. 1947- A year when brotherhood was massacred, drawing a deep line, of animosity. A tattered photograph, of my family in sepia, brings in a deluge, of pacification to my sobbing heart. ©songbriti

I exist, behind a cloud. I exist, within the age old wall safeguarding the cemetery, close to the banyan tree. I exist, in the dead sea wave who had a million lives. I exist, in the lightning of the thunderstorm. I exist, in the first raindrop during summer. I exist, in the mellow tone of the sun rays during winter. I exist, in the boon you are not blessed to experience. I exist, in the curse you are spared from. I exist, far from your sight in the dream which is shrouded with mystery due to a short-lived night. ©songbriti