By Navashree Nandini
I am lying on my bed in a room that can occupy
almost 50 people at a time. But,hey, I am alone.
To my right are my tablets. Thermometre lying near my waist
waiting patiently to break. On my left, is the red coloured bottle
of cough syrup that I never really drink. I lie here on my bed
sneezing, coughing, and wiping my nose off at
every 4 minutes, 25 seconds and 5 mini-seconds.
Yes! that is the exact time my nose takes to
generate the perennial source of water
it has suddenly acquired.I guess,it’s all about
that unrequited love. The unrequited love of my nose.
My nose fell for the fog that morning- so piously
that now it passes all day weeping for its love at
first sight. Oh! I hate that morning so much.
The morning I went for a walk on the streets of Delhi.
A winter sunday morning. It was cold, colder, may be the
coldest day of the year and I was out on the streets
to enjoy a walk.Because the previous day,my mother
whatsapped me a video in which the lady dressed
in white was preaching life lessons.Well, she did not
say to go for a walk on a winter morning in Delhi.
But she told that morning walks are a first step
to feel good.
Now, the idea of ‘feeling good” tempted me so much
that it was almost 10 degrees out there and I,
in my shorts and a jacket, wanted to “feel good.”
May be because,I have been lonely.
The desperation of feeling good was so ardent
that things just happened and
why wouldn’t they? Twenty days in a row,
Same bed, same room, same house.same kitchen,
same balcony, same vegetables,same routine-
Get up,Cut the veggies, cook, open the door- it’s the maid.
Study, eat, shut the door.Turn off the lights.
Check the door again.Sleep.The desperation was obvious.
I was happily breathing the fog and enjoying
the invisibility caused by it .At exact, six minutes
past twenty three,I reached the park and it was
freaking cold.I was shivering.It was here that
my nose realised it was nothing but love.
You burn but you decide to live with it.
I sat down on the bench and watched something flying
Holy fuck, was it loneliness?
With its giant wings waving freely in the air ,
Boldly and strongly,it sped towards me.
Story of Hercules came to my mind but my eyes
were transfixed to the mammoth flight.
Second by second it came near, nearer, nearest
Until I only saw the demarcations between its wings
It is pulling me into its arms now!
NO! I get up. Three deep breaths-
One Two Three.
To my right are my tablets. Thermometre lying near my waist
waiting patiently to break. On my left, is the red coloured bottle
of cough syrup that I never really drink. I lie here on my bed
sneezing, coughing, and wiping my nose off
every 4 minutes, 25 seconds and 5 mini-seconds. I lie here
on my bed and narrate the story of my nose
falling in love with the fog that morning.
Thank you @paroma di. Thanks Neha?
I like the title of the poem
Nice lines…the visuals n the images in ur mind r clear in ur lines…n I love that 4mins 25sec line…seems as if the poet is herself experiencing it…!!!! Keep up the good work dear..
Thank You all. Will surely read the poems by you people. And this appreciation really means a lot. :) Looking forward to talk to you all.
It’s amazing how I could form a hypothetical image from the first line itself. It’s beautiful!
You could also give an insight on what I have written, named – Hello! Darkness, my ‘only’ friend. Thank you. :)
Wow! Great imagery! Keep it up! :)
Read my work too btw. It’s titled “Lone Bird On The Barren Tree”.
Amazing images… captured reality with your realistic creativity. Good job!