By Samyuktha J
Once upon a time
she did give a damn.
She reacted to every crime
On every page of that depressing newspaper.
The creases on that paper
Started residing on her forehead &
the corners
of her mouth
Her smiles few and far between
Had the air of melancholy
Of a loss felt before it was born.
She grew apart from her people
Better than to fall apart she would say.
Then one day I saw her at Joe’s and shocked
to hear her sing
Once
upon a time
I did
give a damn.
Now I
would rather dine on my dime
And definitely
some more wine.
Life
is too short and my dog’s life shorter
Can’t
waste any on things that I cannot change
And definitely
not on things designed to make me cringe
Salut
and Bon Apetit!
My inquisitive eyes were question enough
She smiled a benign smile
Her eyes crinkled with joy.
“One Sunday morning
I was reading the paper in no man’s land
I didn’t feel the heat nor the beauty of
what was around me
Nor did I feel my loneliness or the danger
surrounding me
I was feeling older than my age and
carrying the burden of the world
When I suddenly looked out of the paper
And saw a wolf in front of me.
Peaceful and wise staring at me
I found beauty in the beast
And possibilities of violence
If I moved too much.
Then I Realized the whole point of my life
Was to look at him ,
look at what was around me
And not darned piece of paper!
I tore it to pieces and was searching for a
dustbin in that wasteland
And when I turned back he wasn’t there
anymore
But atleast I was."
I smiled.
Written for the sunday muse
