The
bright day is faded. Her dreams could live momentarily. Like night jasmine, she
couldn’t see the beauty of the light.
the light
extinguishes with
turn of time
the sun sets well before as
eclipse darkens her journey
It
becomes a tough time in India ,
loosing better half at an early age, particularly in remote rural area. Glamour
of life is shadowed under the veil of simple white cotton. She has to lead a
lonely life. She tends to keep herself away from any auspicious ceremony as
some people feel the physics of shadow of the widow is different indeed!
fate of life
sails in loneliness
talking to herself
she gathers the memories
as the echo lingers in
silence
(Atlas Poetica
11, March, 2012)