By Soumya Ramani
The silence.
The battleground gory and devastated
The hum of daily chores,
Amidst all the destruction
Picking up the pieces
Literally too.
Can things really be patched together?
Starting anew-
With the burden of battle scars
Figuratively too.
You are part of the story
Not by choice
The story is a part of you
Also, not by choice
Peace
That feels like the eye of a storm
War that could erupt at any time
When the bile rises
Eyes are clouded with panic
Don’t want to indulge
But it encompasses you like the air you breathe
Breathing is difficult
Boom !
The ground has shifted
This is not my battle anymore
I don’t have to prove my might
Peace is supreme
Defence for sure
Boundaries for sure
But offence? A waste of my resources
Let this peace be vibrant
The makings of a new beginning
There’s hope
And excitement
Battle scars healing
A new chapter in the story
The story that’s life
A war that’s life
The war happening in your mind
The battle between what is
And what could have been
The acceptance also happens right there
Peace-
Of mind!