Her every glimpse, a picture, her every moment, a memory. And now like a bird, and now like a fish, her heart, soars and then sinks. And like the wings too, flutters, swells, then shrinks: swells and shrinks. At times her struggling soul, breaks free from the chest, and dances before her eyes. Dizzy, she welcomes conquest. When sadness comes, it sweeps her. Confusion drowns, increases, (oceans and oceans of doubt) overpowers, then freezes. And the little odd thing that had happened out of place, how peculiar it seemed to that time, to that place. And how it lives on, in her mind, she asks " Could it be that it would've never happened?" " No, it had to, it belongs to eternity" and then everything seemed to be darkened… The sun is rising, she awakes, tries to spread out her limbs. Life is beginning! Inside the pupa, streams a ray; she tries to spread her wings. But the loving silk, the cocoon prevents, "Careful little one, lest you be harmed!" and wonderingly she looks on to her wings, then turns to the silk. "What are these that are newly formed and weak? and what is it that constraints, that I obey, meek?" Tired of her eagerness, she pulls up herself, trudges on her duty not being able to carry the burden of her own beauty. Bewildered at the clamour, runs away from the crowd, finds herself heading onto the stage, her fiercest moment, behind the scene. The expectant mob afront, And when its over, the shouts increase coming across a hundred miles like fading sounds of dreams. And then she was laughing, then stopped in between and very thoughtfully too stared onto infinity. |
| -Pooja Chopra |
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