Page 104 - Musings 2020

Transience

Durjai Sethi
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As she sits alone, legs stretched out long, back against the wall,
In front of her, the ticking tower, in all its might stands tall,
As she sits alone, with her cherished tunes, ringing in her head,
Slowly and peacefully, she watches the sun drown in its own red.

She sits alone, alone mind you, not lonely,
For she is blessed with an enviable company,
The gliding wind, which dies down into the east,
This golden hour, to her eyes is indeed a feast.

The wind brushes by, gently kissing her left cheek,
The sun lets out one of its last rays, just to take a peek,
The best part of the day has started to fade away,
"Stop, please, just pause and keep the dusk at bay".

Doesn't she know it's such a vain request,
It's slipping away, it won't obey her behest,
In the dying moments, when bitter acceptance sinks in,
She desires to capture this moment, and take it all in.

"I feel this bliss embracing me",
It gives warmth and oozes glee.

Snap out of this dream, they say,
It's gone now, alike a needle in hay,
This terrible transience trembles all,
Everything is now in an unbreakable fall.

As she sits in the corner they call the lover's spot,
The witness, who has seen honest promises rot,
It has seen "forever" get lost in impermanence,
Now, she has started to become fearful of this transience.

Soon, she won't be able to call herself a part,
Of this "magic",
Which has now become a piece
Of her beating heart.

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