You could have a big dipper   

Cusps by Vaishnavi Anand







One lightheaded late night, a pick from the nights

when you’re too tired of the commonplace but not for deep conversations,

I had one about Life and Death…

Two important threads in time–

a thin light blue cotton thread spanning Life,

Being pulled by an iron needle

of the mechanical hands of Time.

a stoic breathless pause to note the contents.

Then,

he puts a Death knot and snips away.

Finishing a unique pocket

so unique only its own bar tacks match.

a brimming pocket, holding the sea of Life’s events.


Drown

and find the eddies taking you along.

Notice the edges of the seas, subtle folds in the garment

and realise that what look like folds

are those labyrinth walls, those pages proclaiming the end of a section,

the silver linings in Time,

a trough for a period before and after.

Like that broken leg forcing suffocating stillness on you

when your nature is hurry-burry work,

The first courageous you not running away

from answering tough questions,

When you finally acknowledge growth is more

mashed potatoes than crispy roasts,

When Time brings the right person for you

among the eddy-like millions

swirling in and out of your Life.

Those subtly powerful memories form strong hinges,

swinging open

A door to a new thread, one interconnected with so many more.

Time perhaps spins a cobweb inside that pocket.

In an intellectually stimulative conversation,

In an opinion shared lies a decision,

In a decision lies a memory.

In Life, we trace back everything to a memory. Our birth.

Our wants. Our fears. Our needs. Our conversations. How we think, how we feel happy,

Our lessons,

All but from a memory.

In that sea of memories, our opinions are but streams.


Drown

and find those hinges once more

and realise that they are events

so subtle and yet so telling

like the lemon yellow flush in the dawn sky,

Pinpricks, pellets of dust

The undulating sand dunes may be abandoned in Time–the only lessons

we take along, stamped on our soul,

as our Life’s pocket is finished with Death’s knot.


like few untraceable strings thrown in the ocean as waste,

we’ll stand holding them,

see as all the sea

evaporates forevermore.



Vaishnavi Anand (she/her) is an Indian student and poet (Instagram @thevariegatedpen) hailing from Chennai in the south of India. She is doing her undergraduate studies in information technology and, in her free time, is absorbed in poetry or bird photography. She writes abstract poetry that are on human qualities, life lessons from the commonplace, or nature.


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