Megha Sood |
Lizard On the Wall
It sits there patiently on the cold ceiling of my favorite
room
hampering serenity on a cool summer afternoon.
Moving with just a hint, a wiggle, or a shortfall and can
come sliding
next to me before I can catch my breath at all.
A nightmare I can count incessantly on spindly kid fingers
of mine
It keeps me on my toe every time I look at it from the
corner of my eye.
It can’t do anything
to you, my mother declares loudly
But every time my scared face was enough for me.
A fleeting glance at that sticky slimy dreaded figure
That forces me to change rooms in a blink of an eye.
How to Keep the Child
Alive?
I keep the child alive in me by looking at the flaming
petunia in my courtyard
Simplicity of these petals soaking up the apricity of
the sun and giving it all back to us.
The laughing lines on my face catch the sun and store
the lessons of life dispensed by our elders for so long.
Simplicity is the epitome of perfection and we are
imperfect creatures training to pave our path. Carving a path for those who
follow us.
Blessed with the warm apricity of the sun holding a
radiant yet solemn look.
Change is like a necessary transformation in our lives.
If you do not embrace change you stagnate like the deep stench reeking from the
sluices.
Change is what keeps us going. Change is what we need.
Change is what we want. Ask a child, ask
a butterfly.
Bio Note: Megha Sood
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