An idea, a thought, an anecdote, a story or a poem a day!

  Published in iPoetry Neera Handa Dr Oct 16, 2021 · 1 min read · Member-only · Listen Passing On A poem Photo by  ian dooley  on  Unsplash Each day is a grain of salt in an hourglass trickling down one by one As the space once occupied by one, being replaced by another and another, and then emptiness. Just like a handful of sand slipping through the fingers, no matter how much held tightly, still leaving the fist empty sooner or later. Like steps into a forest, each one, taking us away from one to, the other end, leaving no trace, no sign, that we were here, that we passed. Like the twinkling stars, disappearing one by one as the sun rises the invisible hand wiping the sky off all the traces of the stars, ready to rewrite another story, of another day, and life goes on, even after we pass on, and the world goes on. Oh, yes, without us!

Scared of the one who followed me, it walks  in my shadow I realised 

  Walking along the banks of a lost river, that I remember, used to be. Forlorn, feeling empty, finding it hard to focus, tired, teary, and in an urgent need for some water, I came upon a bottle of some kind. Transparent like glass, but made of some unbreakable substance. But no opening that I could see at a glance, neither a cork nor a twist top, what kind of bottle it was? Foggy inside, a piece of paper of some kind with some strange letters, and, unknown symbols in different colours, floating in it. A bottle with no mouth, but it spoke to me! When I shook it the letters on the paper inside it started to melt in the fog. Their rainbow colours dissolving and resolving themselves, and a sound started to emanate from it Ouummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm which started to turn into a song in a language, I didn’t understand. But the music swayed me, and I shut my eyes, dancing to the tune, forgetting everything else in its lore, Karagre Vasate Lakshmi, Karmadhye Saraswati, Karmule tu Govind, Pr

 So, in that ‘mahaul’ of change, you have asked these questions; What is the one thing you want to change about yourself?  Are you afraid of making any changes in your life?  If yes, why? Does change make you afraid in life? I agree with the premises of this questioning. Change is inevitable, and we are afraid of any change, whether the change in things that automatically occurs, or those changes that we have to make, in order to live our lives, to adjust to accommodate with the changes happening around us, or in our selves.  Different stages of life they all demand changes. There are things that we get used to: people who are familiar, we hate to see them leave. But they leave. Places where we are comfortable, we leave. 

 Dystopia ice grey sleep renew Dystopian summer How icey it was Cold and dry with a sting- the grey skies hovering over any  hope of renewal   nor any respite for disillusion  Sleep was missing from the eyes!  Dystopian summer  followed the silent spring! 

I didn't believe, but that was the end of the world. Are you coming? We are going to Mars! Come quickly!  Finally a holiday from everything, her last thoughts!