BY SHIVA SHARMA AKALWADI
Just yesterday
I creased out the ridiculous meanderings
Of my life
And today
I don’t feel so jaunty and bold
Age has already caught up with me
I feel the toothache moment of my wisdom
Is finally here
Otherwise how else
Am I still and breathing?
I walk slow
Not ever looking at the number of kilometers
My feet could cover in a day
Just how much they could rest
Not how much I am burning
But how much how I am creating
Spaces in absence
And conversations
That smell only of lilies and marigold
I have also started dreaming again
With eyes so wide
They could consume an entire rainbow in them
And most nights when I sleep
In the company of my bones
I hear my beating heart
Warming my toes
my scars
I still feel darkness
Sometimes, the pettiness of the world
Rattles my slow pace
In times like these
I close my eyes
Looking at all the magic
That my skin can feel
But my eyes can’t see.