The Widow

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)