The loose thread

There seems to be something different.
An eerie silence grew, as the night began to fall.
The moon is shining brighter than ever
Yet darkness seems to surround all.

The breeze sends chills down the spine
The wind doesn’t calm but scare.
My feathers flutter freely in the flurry,
Which usually blend blissfully in the auburn of her hair.

I look over at her, my child,
her chest moving ever so slight.
As her mind lulls into a blissful slumber
Every breath as quiet as the befallen night.

My premonition comes to life
As my strings tug hard with all their might.
Oh! It is much worse than I had thought
This was a nightmare we had to fight.

The demon was known to feed on fear,
And drink gulps from hope.
Its dark limbs tore souls apart,
Its smell made good thoughts elope.

Ages pass, as the war waged on ,
Battles were fought and lost.
Alas! A day came when a thread gave in,
And finally that eve the Nightmare crossed.

I watched in horror as it struck her
And saw the venom creep in her veins.
My heart wrenched as she cried in her sleep,
I could never let it happen again.

But it wasn’t as easy as it seemed,
The loose thread couldn’t hold a bad dream.
Once I used to fight all her fears
Now I just listened to her helpless scream.

One fine autumn eve,
as the leaves bid adieu to the trees.
A nightmare, again crept up to her,
But my brave daughter did not even stir.

Then, It dawned on me.
Oh! How foolish I had been.
Only those demons could be fought,
Which our eyes had seen.

Bad dreams were meant to pass all along,
I was doing my job entirely wrong.
Her suffering sure had broken my heart
But, today it has made my daughter so strong.

Time galloped away sooner than I thought
My feathers laden with dust, forgotten, alone
I lay there, silently watching over her
Proud, as she fought her battles on her own.

Photograph by- Garvita Bhatnagar (@bgarvita)

Poem by- Apoorva Tarafdar (@chroniclesofsos)

Poet’s note- This poem is a different take on the stories we hear about dreamcatchers and is written as a fable. The Dreamcatcher has been personified to depict a very familiar relationship, the one we have with our parents/guardians/mentors. Living under their hood is the safest place to be but only when they let us face our own fears we grow to be a better and stronger version of ourselves. Hope you enjoyed it. ๐Ÿ™‚


Wounded walls

I rose from the rubble,
Blood tracing the temple, dripping down to my cheek
Traversing the curve of my neck.
Blood and tears dissolved in sweat.
Plodding towards what I used to call my home,
I fell, colouring another brick scarlet.

I laid there for a lifetime or two.
My brain too muddled to comprehend,
My body too weak to stand,
My throat too parched to speak,
Only my eyes could see,
The clear blue sky and the magnificent trees.

That is when I saw the animal rise.
Its monstrous shadow casting an eclipse,
Oโ€™er the last shred of humanity left.
It struck again with such force,
We were left sobbing and bereft.

Chaos reigned over the land,
Dust was tinged with the stink of blood.
Days passed in dread,
We shuddered hearing their footsteps thud.

How I wish over and again
To wake up and realise all this was just a dream
But every night when I wake up
I see my mother crying, hear me scream.

I was determined.
I didn’t just lie there helpless.
In, I breathed the dust,
Which so fondly was sculpted into pots by our hands.
Out, I breathed fire,
Which burned them all to ashes.
Tonight, i woke up content
Only to find myself
Stuck, in this concrete catacomb.
In a place made with bricks just like those
But a place, i could never call my home.

Poem- Apoorva Tarafdar (@chroniclesofsos)

Photo- Garvita Bhatnagar (@bgarvita)

Author’s note: The photo is simple on the outset, bricks with a backdrop of trees but when you look at them from the eyes of the girl who just lost her home, lying there in the ruins, everything seems significant. It is the last memory of her home, the one thing which will haunt her for life. This piece is an effort from our side to understand what the people go through when alienated from their homes, with the hope that one day ‘sustainable development’ projects would keep in mind to consider everyone as part of that ecosystem.

Dear Roma,

Dear Roma,

The sky is split in two,

As are you and me,

I thank the stars,

Both yours and mine for this,

That I am not alone.

I look for a reason,

To jump off this ledge,

I find none.

I guess I am here because you found one.

As I sit here,

The edge of the world it seems,

I change my mind,

The view is worth this sacrifice.

I look for a reason,

To stay here forever

Stuck in this abyss,

Something amiss.

Sitting above all the anarchy and mess,

My petty problems seem pointless.

The sun and the vista,

Seem to mirror me.

Rarely the storm has

The visage of an enchantress

I behold in her and in me,

Peace harbouring chaos.

The life inside the city calls out to me,

I am sorry,

But I don’t think I am going to get off this ledge

On either side.

The sky is split in two,

So are you and me.

As I bid you adieu,

I see the silver lining shine,

Which had ceased to exist in your mind.



Poem- Apoorva Tarafdar (@chroniclesofsos )

Picture- Garvita Bhatnagar (@bgarvita)

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