By Disha Ransingh
My phone screen basked in that single ray of afterlight
As I watched my mother’s number with heart’s pounding fright
How do I apologize when guilt has numbed my lips?
It’s like the call button is miles away from my frozen fingertips
I know I blew faster just to break your house of cards
But now my soul shivers to fix it as it always lived stone-hard
So I let my head rest on the hardwood dusty desk
Just to let the guilt sink in or maybe carve a ‘sorry' in my throat and neck
Slowly, the mist of my brown eyes dully picturize
the footprints I left in the grasses of our cottage porch yard
and how it faded as I ambled through cityscapes and boulevard
Perhaps, in some way I bend my heart to my old country land
and how I lost my myself as the doors of this city slammed
I recall how my hands and the handrail twined in high school stairs
as a fresher just hoped to sparkle like a sapphire in everyone’s stares
So I left my friend’s hands just to cackle with those sought-after classmates
And even lied how my mansion lingered behind the glistened gates
I sneaked out of classroom doors just to roar with them under streetlight
Leaving all of my mother’s letters in shadows of closet, out of sight
I hit the theatres and halls every week in a while
But left her messages and calls unseen and unanswered like an exile
Then as chance would have it, their smiles heard like whispers about me
For all these months, I had been barking up the wrong tree
Instead of picking up pen to write on my loved ones paper
I just let my fingers rest on its edge till the paper cut grew deeper
In the dark, I mistook sand basking to be those gleaming glitter.
By Disha Ransingh
Remarkable!!