Treasure Island

Devanshi Khetarpal

(17th March 1999 / Bhopal)

Black Days And Sunny Nights


I woke up in bed
To find shadows overhead
And the moon visible in the sunlight
At five morn.
Black days and sunny nights.

I woke up to find my clothes pristine,
My bedlinen spruced up,
My thinking abstained from imagination,
And the herculean of the right in left.
Black days and sunny nights.

I woke up to find
Something licking at my feet,
Something feeding itself on me,
Something that did not exist.
Black days and sunny nights.

I woke up to find
Myself in glee,
Flitting my wings through the transomed,
Soaring high in the sky with no sky around.
Black days and sunny nights.

I woke up to find
Everything topsy-turvy,
As if immersed in the sounds of the wind-chime
Making little or no sound at all.
Black days and sunny nights.

I woke up to find
Myself in a harrowing space,
With a diorama of erstwhile days
Running across my mind.
Black days and sunny nights.

I woke up to find
Starry sunlight and simmering night skies,
Gleeful melancholy and lugubrious conviviality,
Silent jives and noisy introspection just like
Black days and sunny nights.

Submitted: Saturday, May 04, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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