By Anwesha .
It had been raining outside,
As I sat by the fireside
I found the contrast thrilling inside.
Walked up to the window, the wind was cold and harsh.
It had been so cozy inside, the difference stark.
Shivering, I had shut the window.
Instead quietly admired the lightning setting the sky aglow.
I had been mesmerized, staring at the fire,
I had picked up a book to read, as I was yet to tire,
If I was to say I didn’t love it here, I would be a liar.
I had felt so content, in my own company,
The crackling of the wood, backdrop to a mesmerizing symphony
The realization that it might be one of my favourite days was quite an epiphany.
“Stolen from time” I heard a voice in my head say
Those hours did feel unreal, could it really be that way?
I had quietened the voice, it had been such a perfect day.
That had been the last time they had quietened when I asked.
Now, I couldn’t recall a day without their cacophony in my past.
Their sheer dissonance had long taken away my ability to think.
As I drove past the sea, the cliff’s edge appeared faster than I could blink.
I could’ve steered away, it occurred to me as I began to sink.
I didn’t want to swim away, I no longer had any fight left in me
Inadvertently, my thought went back to that day as I sank deeper into the sea.
It’s cold, oh God so cold!
But somehow, this made the voices lose their hold.
I could no longer breathe, but somehow I had never felt freer,
Now I was free to dream of that day I had greatly held dear.