The barbed wire across the fence
has always been as it is
right since I was in the first standard
it has gathered dust now and is rusting
as the sands of time
comfortably accumulate itself on the
long metal chain
I shift looking at a spider
spinning a beautiful web house
off and on and off and on
he goes
falling graciously on the ground
and getting up and re-creating his
universe
the piles of papers have gathered dust
at one point, this used to be all that I had
random love notes from you and
a couple of broken rays of sunlight keeping
them warm
there is no sunshine today and there is no
you
my window gives me a view of
the clouds gathered in the murky sky
I stretch my hand to feel the wind
and to feel your scents left in the
air, passing on to me
this kitten is very playful, she
comes to me when she needs something
and then goes away like she never
knew me
the fan it moves in a circular motion
creating illusions of shadows
which creep bedside and tell me to
stop looking at it
what did the doctor tell me last?
yes i have an attention deficit disorder.
Sneha Subramanian Kanta is a poet, writer and a visiting faculty in two colleges in Mumbai, India. She holds a Masterโs degree in English Literature and works at a BMM department where she teaches four papers and a commerce college as a Business Communication faculty. She has worked with MiD DAY Multimedia as a Sub editor and also as a Special Educator with an NGO. She has also written for magazines like Chitralipi, New Quest and Muse India.She loves traveling in long distance rail journeys, exploring cultures and people and reading too. She has published several poems and short stories. Till date, her inspiration remains her mother, from whom she believes to have got this gift.
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