A landlocked country,
Locked yet again …
Locked in terror
Locked in turmoil
Locked in trepidation
Locked in its women
Locked in its children
Locked out humanity
Locked out education
Locked out dreams
Locked out smiles
Locked out music
Locked out hope!
A grey sunrise and an even grey sunset
Most of the days, grey, is what you get
Dark clouds flying in from all directions
Fast or slow varying by their emotions
Hanging so low, it gives me butterflies
Pouring so wild, it can cover up all lies
Millions of raindrops gossiping with flair
Is it petrichor or do I smell a love affair?
My attention towards my life heightens
As ears clog with a noise that quietens
Then suddenly the clouds take a break
To me, it seems like a pleasant mistake
But out of the greys, the sun rays peep
Designing an arc that makes me weep
Look! It’s a rainbow! I shouted with joy
With all the colors & charm for convoy
A deep gash ran through its center, cutting open its skin
My spirit fell, as I held it in my hand gently with a napkin
Bought after much research and reviews of the reviews
It was top of the line non-stick pan with designer views
For months, we had cared for it in the best possible way
Silicone spatulas, sponge scrubs, and gel soap to sway
But that day, it was picked up by the maid among others
And exposed to third-degree torture just like its brothers
No allowance was given for surface, stain, or sentiment
Every one bore the same share of drubbing and detergent
As it was left to dry itself in the tub, I grasped my goof-up
and rushed to its rescue but I knew the grave was dug up
Guilty, I tried to heal the wound but it was a lost struggle
With moist eyes, it was time to sound the farewell bugle
You were a dear pan! I choked, unable to bear the drills
It was time to put it into the joint drawer for all utensils!
Lavender swayed gently at my feet, a quaint purple haze
gently pouring into my soul, spread as far as I could gaze
Seizing the surreal shades of the sky & its surroundings
Brimming with stories about its gutsy glacial beginnings
A little ahead through the fields, a glacial river gushed
Rolling over all the murmur around as my mind hushed
Spring swirled in every breath, scenting the dew drops
As trees shook off the last tufts of snow from their tops
Snow peaked mountains rose around, sheathed in pine
Blazing under the rising sun, as if an abode of the divine
Up among those hilltops was a gorgeous green meadow
An eternal expanse of joy that only nature could bestow
A flock of sheep tumbled out in the open ready to graze
Their shepherd leaning by a walnut tree with a firm gaze
Suddenly it began to rain, leaving me without adjectives
A wooden bridge led me to a shelter used by the natives
Through the veil of raindrops, I saw a quaint little village
Absorbed, almost meditatively in its chores, like a sage
The bliss of boundless beauty; how could I ever surmise!
Was I in the center of the universe? Was this ... paradise?
