Reeti Ghosh
She sits beneath the sky,
Vast and endless,
Lying on a mattress on her terrace,
She drowns in blue.
And now she is the sky;
Immaterial, yet larger than life.
She is her own universe.
She stares at the Stars
Twinkling in the sky.
Of light and beauty and disguised strength,
She stares at those sprinkled diamonds.
And now she is the stars;
Burning with eternal brightness.
She is her own universe.
She stands in the sunlight,
The golds and pinks of sunrise touching her face,
Looking out her balcony or perhaps a window,
She lights up in those exact shades.
And now she is the sun;
Bold and constant with fire in the veins.
She is her own universe.
She walks through the forest,
The greens and the browns brushing her feet,
Breathing in the freshness and vitality that’s life itself,
She blooms like a flower in spring.
And now she is the forest;
Deep and mysterious with a thrill in the air.
She is her own universe.
She dances in the rain,
The laughter of the droplets music to her ears,
Singing a symphony of age old Muses.
She spins around with joy in her heart.
And now she is the rain;
Pure and lively, never unnoticed.
She is her own universe.
She floats in the ocean,
The gentle waves rocking her as mother’s arms,
The tranquility, a Siren’s song.
She smiles serenely with peace in her soul.
And now she is the ocean;
Of wisdom with a treacherous side.
She is her own universe.
Perhaps these are traits inborn
Or maybe some won through war
With the world and herself
That bulid a ‘verse of splendid glamour.
Or maybe it is just a strive
To separate solitude from loneliness
And prove to the child that lives inside
They might be one but not the same.