Dust in the Verandah

The dust in the verandah has been cleared.

She came upstairs and saw the mess,

And then instructed the maid to broom, sweep and swab.

 

The dust in the verandah has been cleared.

The dust of fermented emotions has been wiped off

From the relationships that had become dusty,

And now the crosses to bear have become lighter.

 

The dust in the verandah has been cleared.

My shoes are still red with the mud from all the paths and courses that they have been run down upon.

But my legs have become stronger as has my gumption for running,

And now I have no excuses to feign weakness.

 

The dust from the verandah has been cleared.

The accumulated dust – signifying age, contempt, disdain, dislike, unhappiness, running away – has been wiped off,

Paving the way for something unknown, something new, something afresh,

And the beginnings seem uncertain, unsure, and yet, not so frightening …

 

The dust from the verandah has been cleared.

New dust has started to settle,

And those objects and relationships which were stubborn in shedding the dust on them (and of them),

Continue to exist, perhaps ceasing (seizing) in existence in this way …

 

[Dedicated to my mother-in-law and to my friends Mythri Prasad and Ekta Mittal]

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About writerruns

I am lost in life. I now run to lose myself and to lose the handles I have been holding on to.
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3 Responses to Dust in the Verandah

  1. Girija says:

    Wow! nice, many of the imageris are so good.

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