When Invaders Became The Saviours

By Sushmaa. T. M. R/ Suthanthira (pen name)

Every story has a story in it and so is this poem. Each life values cellphones as their living life for which their family becomes invaders unfortunately and so, suddenly a fine day rises where they drop the living lie and savour the saviours of their life.

They came all along the way 

From the living room to her bedroom,

Dared not to knock on the door 

And snatched the living life of her life. 

She screamed her lungs out, 

Remained silent until her throat tucked up, 

And tightened her stomach for a hunger strike, 

That she went out for a breath. 

Still, she was not even called 

For a trial in the court of justification.

As hours and minutes ticked by,

No second had she sat or thought 

In peace.

No second opinions regarding 

On what to do.

Since her mindset was set to sleep,

She slept for days together 

Until the scorching sunlight held her hand 

To search for her living life.

Every time she sat for her coffee, 

Every sip diverted her 

To the doting dials of her living life.

She was exhausted; devastated.

She begged; rebelled.

She behaved rudely; she became a thorough stranger.

But they remained the same; 

Their gentle smile hid her living life 

From her life.

The next day; she woke up pale.

The other day; she was pompous.

Another day; she left home!

As she went by, 

She walked on the plain long grasses,

Crossed a bridge, caressing her hands 

Around the muddy threads of support,

Destined to have her presence in

A tiny lake and she sat there for a sunrise.

The next day; the new day.

The scorching sunlight woke her up,

And she sat for her coffee.

From the very first sip,

They came and handed over her 

Living life to her life 

With a gentle smile.

She left her living life,

And began to live her life 

As she realised that 

She was living a lie.

By Sushmaa. T. M. R/ Suthanthira (pen name)