An Eternal Reminder

By Deepali Singla

Trails of forgotten rain

trace the edges of my soul,

reminding me that

there’s plenty to the observable eye

when the ‘old’ kisses the ‘new.’

Perhaps one needs a pause

to unearth the pattern between the two.

My eyes fixated on the lamp

in my room,

the white bulb no longer

appears small;

its contours expand and

blanket the entire

room, as if a huge ball of

light waits to swallow

the unconscious walls.

There’s so much unspoken

between the whirring of the fan

and the half-parted curtains.

A silent love affair between the two

sits on the curve of my lips;

one sings, and the other dances with joy,

as if reflecting a past rhyme

which once missed capturing my time.

Reminiscences of a brown window

in my old house

cross my mind,

and I remind myself of what

I once read:

‘I am a witness to all

that was, to all that is,

and to all that will be.’

And I quietly close my eyes.

By Deepali Singla