The day and the night met
The yellow turned into red
And red was about to become blue
The hot air mingled with the drizzle
And touched the wrinkled face
The cold resided in the pores of the skin
Releasing peace
The bare feet that traveled on ashes
Embraced the wet grass
The memories of all those years
Fell from the eyes
And touched the feet
Between day and night
Hot and cold met
Cold is nothing but the absence of hotness
The night is nothing but the absence of the day
The hands were swollen due to the tedious work
Over the years
Just wondering sitting
Was it worth?
Looked into the red sky
And swallowed the peace
The peace that never appeared before
Even when the sky went red every day
The redness was leaving
And the sky became blue and then black
The eyes ate the night stars
And locked them inside.
Hey! I totally love the imagery here. The way you have sprinkled beautiful things here and there, makes me feel like this poem is a cake, with cherries sprinkled on top. 😹
Also, those phrases are subtle hints that make the reader’s imagination run wild. Like, “The yellow turned into red”, is such a beautiful way to hint the setting sun! You just know your stuff very well, and you are best at it. 😬
Now, coming to what I understood. I felt like this poem is about an old woman, (Yes, a woman because there are other things that hint the same. 😛😛) who walks on the green grass when the sun is setting. She misses the memories of her youth, and tears fall from her eyes.
And she worked hard day and night, so her hands are swollen, and now she is thinking about a decision that she made years back, wondering if that was the right thing to do! I guess, she saw the setting sun and felt the feeling of such peace after very long.
Now, please connect the dots that I missed. Or did I make an entirely different picture? 😛
Hi chandni. You really are among the very few who actually understand my poems. Thank you for your precious time. It means a lot.
Coming to the poem. Bingo. I had my naani in my mind while writing this. But it’s for both genders. It’s for humans. See you got everything right. Just wanted to make the essence of it clear.
We always live life to achieve our dreams. Money, fame, success, relationships, love. But in the process we forget to enjoy the sunsets and the garden walks. But the thing is that the realisation actually happens only after doing all this running around. So it’s not in our hands. But still we regret it. It’s our nature. My naani so wished to live. But it was too late. There is moral here. Just how life is. I know all these still I am missing my sunsets.
Thank you Chandni. I hope I have made myself clear. Keep writing.
Oh! This is about Naani ji! That’s so cute. 😻 Haha, yess. Our life is full of so many distractions that we rarely spend any time by the nature. Even I don’t remember watching more than a few sunsets in my entire life. 😛
But, they are soooo peaceful. It’s the best feeling in the world. The picture that you have created in your poem, tempts me to jump right into it and live in those moments. 🌼 I so wish I could! Haha, you keep writing too. I love your work. 🐝
thank you chandni…keep visiting..keep writing…
shreyans