I am back after a hiatus, during which I fulfilled some family obligations, celebrated festivals, and went on a vacation (more on that soon). I started learning Spanish on DuoLingo and am now exploring other sources to build on my interest. My other literary pursuits also slowed down in the past 2 months though I did read and review some great books on Reedsy. In the meanwhile, I got news that one of my poems will feature in an upcoming anthology.
When I finally decided to return to the world of micro poetry, I checked my favorite prompt masters on Twitter. The first one I read resonated with my current state and I penned down words that I share in this post. I hope to return to writing with more frequency but here also I may just stop and wander a little, and come back with words that help me write better.
Another chance at hello To greet myself For I have been lost In the maze of daily runs From pillar to post Wanting just a bit more Out of life, never satisfied Until I took a moment To stand by the window, A warm cup in hand Wrapped in thoughts That whispered, ‘It’s time to slow down It’s a reminder to stop!’
Sometimes I wrap myself in A gloomy blanket of thoughts For what else can I do When I cannot shed this Heaviness of doubt, anxious bouts That creep into my silence Smothering me with disdain Like a languorous python; I lay in the darkness, Wondering what I did to gain This onerous companion Crushing me from the inside
In the torture chamber Surrounded by nerves, veins Flesh, blood, encased in bones I shudder at the merciless Incantation, the endless Curses whispered through Sinewy walls, deafening me I stand captured in the maze Of all my infernal thoughts So deep, dark and vengeful!
I usually sleep after midnight but on New Year’s eve, I dozed off at 11:00 pm. I was brutally woken up by loud wailing. It took a moment to realize it was people shouting, hooting, and celebrating from balconies in our gated community to usher in 2022. The jubilation still sounded like wailing to me!
I lay half-awake thinking the word to describe this cacophony is “lament.” Even the bursting of firecrackers could not shake off this thought. At one point it became eerie. Maybe it was the memory of gloom and despair playing on my mind. When you know a large part of the world is hurting and fearful, the dread seeps in to our lives. How we perceive the world around us depends on our inner state.
Each one to their own. The optimists do make our world better and keep alive hope but 2021 was cruel. The cheerful and the inherently happy bring a much-needed emotional balance. The New Year 2022 starts as a reflection of the past 2 years, with similar events unfolding. It is as if we are stuck in an endless cycle. In 2022, many lost loved ones and suffered emotionally and financially. Last night for every cheer there was a tear, somewhere, and this is a realization that stayed with me. This is a humbling thought and even in the background of sadness, it fills me with gratitude. Hope and gratitude remain the driving force for another circumambulation around the sun.