
Acquaintances
I have a few acquaintances who I see daily.
Counted on! circadian ones!
Crossing the street, standing in the grocery shop, peeping the corridor of classrooms.
I see them everywhere.
The round headed twinkle eyed youngish stroller
Silver haired, gracefully clad, fiftyish wife
A teenager eager on fetching vegetables for mum, aunt, or stepmother.
Cycles, autoes, cars, friends, familiar faces, indifferent looks, all.
Acquaintances.
Will they remain so, forever?
Will they grow into friendships?
Deep, secure and warm like Ruth’s and Naomi’s.
Or will they fade away further into mere background existences
A speckle in the eye, a smoggy silhouette, an effervescent echo
They are fluid.
I’m fluid, too, in the back ground of their selfies.
In their observation,
Fluid and floating.
All relationships are!
You, me and her.
***
Nature Runs its Course
The golden sun sets on the obdurate rocks
The rocks know and wait for the sun to rise again.
They willfully wait and whine for the reunion
As they know the pliant pleasure yields to the adamant pain
(Of separation).
Behold the flamboyant Phoebe play Phyginda holding her lustrous lamp,
Along with her, the effervescent clouds bid her stellar staff too, to play.
The tiny goddess concerts through the night with them
Do the starry mates falter ever to agree and obey?
Seasons also see that the course must be run.
The rhythm of nature mustn’t be broken.
Bloom, harvest, fall, frost and rain
Nature runs its course unfettered, free and open.
Man echoes all that is Nature
His follies reprimand the essence of existence
His virtue, Her chastity
And his act of service, Freedom and Deliverance.
***
An Epistle to Eternity
What shall be, when I
Look at the sky falling
And realize, there’s no one
But the ashes from the debris.
Debris of earthy brown and dusty heaven
The sad moon and the angry sun
And I see then,
A slab of stone.
My name peeping out
Some memories, a shroud
Nothingness. Sand and gravel
Mystery still-
An image etched out on parchment
There it is!
A love song
My epistle to eternity.
***
The Undead Receive Their Due
Here you are stuck again!
See, I told you.
It will be daunting
And unrewarding.
But you insisted-
“There’s release that side
That we can’t abide.”
No death from hunger,
Or emptiness.
Brokenness either.
You forgot brokenness bridges the gap
Between you and me.
Hunger makes us human.
Now,
The undead get their due
They return from the empty streets
The veins show some flow
The heart beats again
Redemption calls out
For one chance,
The final exigency
I shout, “Go on, there’s the final chance!”
Though, I understand
It’s hard to be human again.
***
Bio: Professor Nilofar Akhtar has been serving higher education Department, Uttarakhand since 2005. However, she began her career in the year 2001 as a guest faculty. She has been supervising research to half a dozen research scholars, and three doctorates have been awarded under her so far. She has been teaching Pre PhD course work, postgraduate and undergraduate classes for more than 20 years. Alongside her work in the department and mentoring students from there, she has also designed syllabus for various competition agencies of the state. she has conducted an international conference, a seminar, a theatre workshop and several invited talks and has been invited as a resource person at international conferences at Dubai, Bali, Kathmandu and Vietnam. She has worked on the Comparative Study of the theme of Marital Relationship in the Novels of Anita Desai and Shashi Deshpande for her doctoral thesis. Her research areas include Romanticism, Modernism, Literary theory and Criticism, Gender studies and Post-colonial studies. She has published research papers, articles and book chapters in various journals and books of national and international repute. Her two edited books on Gender Roles and Green Concepts and Environmental Sustainability were published establish her as an avid environmental feminist.
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