Author: Akankshya

In a grim blue-lit place, I had an epiphany

That we’re the cursed chimes of Terra’s symphony,

Our minds are chained and trounced in this wretched confinement,

We’re slowly transforming into the follies of decayed rudiment.

And then, approach a storm of cacophony and tales of woe

Yet we cry a deafening silence, against the Renaissance’s foe,

The sonnets will soon get perished by the walls of gilded monuments,

Capitalism has finally robbed us of creativity and sentiments.

These AI-generated philistines would never be able to comprehend Dante’s words

With arrows so identical, they’re killing all these mockingbirds,

A world full of futility, it seems,

Sisyphus is tired at last, can the new God spare him from a life against his dreams?

What is there to choose that makes one so scared to lose?

If to not choose this is to, die, and to choose this is to kill our souls in dread

Then why are we still breathing? To merely exist? To live like the living dead?

Like a crown, I’d see her wear those Gandhi-like glasses,
Her palms wrinkled, glut with her affection

Her effulgence was so that it could sparkle even the darkest of rooms
Nani, you saw my metamorphosis, didn’t you?
with you, I grew up chanting ‘Johny Johny! yes papa’,
to lambasting patriarchy, reading ‘Daddy’.
For hours you’d listen to our silly prattles,
accompanied with your sweetest smile,
which I was addicted to,
maybe more than marijuana!

Ah! I know, never will I ever feel that zephyr again,
Of us, all scooched by your feet, to listen to your lullabies.
At the dawn of aurora, we would follow you, tip-toed,
To climb your favorite Mahogany tree

And reach the topmost canopy, almost feeling- ‘on top of the world’
There, I knew, at that moment, we were the happiest souls alive,
Our giggles echoed, bringing rain on the barren lands

But look at us now, we got lost in nostalgia, of reminiscing those moments
We try to climb that tree, ‘keep one foot here, another there’

but this trick won’t work now!
And this inertial elevator won’t find that canopy,
The canopy now is lost, lost forever.
Nani, you left us by the shore after eight decades,
too late they’d say

But how come, did we bury our bliss so early?
They said you were a bad wife,
but somehow you were a better person than me
Oh Nani, let me crawl back to you.