“Signs of rejoicing
crackling,bursting, thundering fireworks-outside
in the stillness of ones abode
none to talk or make a sound,
quiet hum of a low running fan,
slowing ticking clock on the wall,
deafening sounds of the road muted
faint aroma of burning chemicals
breathed in but ignored nonexistent
withdrawn in the couch
the soul wonders,
a mind filled with questions
of what reality is and what isn’t
the joy that made one smile
mimicked, does it make you smile?
That smile of yours, the contagious one,
is that truly yours?
and that of theirs, is it theirs.
Fleeting moments these are,
filling up our voids
then they cease just as we do.
But, then the footprints we leave,
the smiles, the crackers, the sweet nothing laughter
are that which make our future
smile and rejoice too.”
by Swetha Sankaran