Saanams Mind

Just another day when those thoughts come and I decided to try my hand at creative writing as my thoughts seem to have no energy to muster anything positive to write about but I see a neccesity to pen down a few words as these days I seem to have no one to talk and share  my thoughts with. Alone and bereft as me, my thoughts decided to come up with a moment from the evening .

Sitting in the lone corner of the  park, watching the beauty of the sun doing down, the birds flying back to their nests after a hard day’s work, the warmth of the sun rays hardly touching her heart, she stares into the distant horizon , watching the lone tree standing aloof , in cold silence . The tree looked bare, all the leaves shed .The  old , garnly , twisted branches  pointing heavenwards as if in prayers. Dare I compare her to the tree??  She felt as bereft, as bare, stripped of all feelings,stripped of all emotions ,alone waiting for that blessing from the one above watching over her . In other words she was emotionally raped , bruised ,battered ,used, drained and bleeding. Would she see another spring again??

The moon makes an appearance as the sun slowly finds its way down, she looks at the moon, so etheral, beautiful touching the surroundings with her silver glow. She looks around and watches the tree, looking surreal , almost as if it was an artistes creation. Lit by the moons silvery glow it almost had a  look of  a delicate peice of art, giving it an air of fragility , as if a little gust of wind could blow it away. She wondered… would some moonlight light me up the same way some day?

The wind  gets chillier as the night advances, the woman sitting alone in the corner not aware of time passing her by. The sounds of the crickets , the only company she has ,lulling her mind to a standstill. What ails her mind? Why has she been transported to a land of  no return? A lone soul, watching life go by as a bystander instead of partaking in the festivities of life. Her body making her presence felt to the ones around her but her mind in a far far away land , much detached,  so alone , so isolated. Would she find peace any  where?

Her wandering thoughts keeping her mind busy, she gets up to go home…. An empty shell of four walls that resound with the jarring voices of those who call themselves her family.In her own world, mentally drifting she trudges along the road , her thoughts her only company. Suddenly the blaring horn of a vehicle racing by jarring her awake as she narrowly misses being mowed down. Perhaps…..its not her time yet….. No…. she wouldn’t get peace that way….. she still has to wait…. and wait she will. She walks on… with a cold chill running down her spine.Her life just goes on.

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