Wrote this as an entry for the fourth volume of the Helter Skelter magazine, for the given visual cue - the picture. Though it didn't get selected, it is special enough to find a place here :)
Leaving behind the place called home
Unsettled in a new city
Two years gone by
The room occupied
Though very much tried
Is still a makeshift
Could not uplift
To a place the heart could call
its own
(The walls bear witness to this effort,
to all)
The creased sheets,
Folded between the layers
Are the monotonous tales of daily toil
The pillow fibres
Seeped down beneath them are
The tears of joy, of sorrow, sweat
Tears of broken dreams, lost hopes
Finding happiness out of the blue
Of promises kept and broken
Of devastation expectations bring to you
Seek under the covers
And you might find
Dreams in slumber
Bartered with nightmares in troubled
sleep
From time to time
Leaving the creases more intense.
The room –
A workshop - of mending the broken,
starting from scratch
A battlefield – of devising new plans
A carnival- of people who care and
laughter
A mortuary- of all that lives no longer
The very air speaks of the denizen
dreamer-
The window through which it flows-
pretty-
Overlooking the world outside
A venue of inspiration
The stars also look after her by the
night
After all, she is not alone,
Unsettled in the new city.
Waking up to the nostalgia
That a morning brings
Can’t be complacent, lax or still
Have to conquer the self, have to
conquer the world
No looking back.
Postponing to a holiday-
The straightening of folds
Of stories to be told
Of being
Unsettled in a new city.
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