By Yash Pandit
As dawn opens its eyes,
a young boy throws a stone into the lake.
Suddenly, there are two morning skies:
one rippling beneath the other.
Grandmother noiselessly waters the roseplant
unaware if the roses
shall bloom, or not.
Reclaiming all their lustre,
two suns merge into one trembling horizon.
Darkness crawls into the skies;
it whispers a secret to the trees; it says:
all light is borrowed.
Reality is but a million harlequin reflections.
From a yellowed leaf falling gracefully,
from a mother’s pure tear,
from a sepal bending itself to bloom,
from the ever effusing seasons,
love murmurs a fractured song.
Limbless streaks of light run
Like petals in a pond, they
disturb the reflection.
Vast clouds of nicotine exhale
on bridges of phosphorescent glow.
I try to recollect Summer,
but the image is too blurred.
I shiver under the streetlight, instead.
The old house shrieks in pain,
wooden doors creak.
Photos of memories with faces,
like unpolished pebbles,
hang crookedly in the labyrinths.
The sound of water,
from a broken faucet ripples across corridors.
Rust has settled into the veins of time;
it waits, for a flash,
for an hour,
then runs again.
Sunlight enters through the windows
and stands breathless.
I stare into the gaps,
find a comfortable door,
to slid into the night’s womb
and breathe eternally.
Another year has rushed by too quickly.
Yash Pandit is a 12th grade commerce student from Mumbai. He began writing on an old typewriter inspired by the Beats. Apart from reading and writing, Yash also takes part in typewriter poetry gatherings.
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