Treasure Island

Jasbir Chatterjee

(4 March 1966 / Delhi)

Diwali


Diwali
The festival of lights…
Diwali
The festival of joy…
Diwali
The festival of love, sharing…
Diwali
The festival of togetherness…
Yeah, Diwali
For me, is all these and a lot more…

Today, on the chilly morning of Diwali
As I lie down on my bed,
The sun shines benevolently through the hazy sky…
The soft breeze moves the curtains with a playful rustle…
The sun rays enter my room with a coy, slanting smile…

As I savor the succulent fruits of solitude in my mouth,
The delicious juices trickle down my throat
Cooling my insides,
The aches and pain ebb away from my tired, weary body…
My restless soul suddenly churns into a terrible turmoil
And points an accusing finger
At the ceiling fans
That remain dusty,
The corners
That remain unswept
The almirahs
That remain untidy
The tasks that remain unaccomplished,
The struggle
That lies ahead…

Submitted: Saturday, December 25, 2010

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  • Akhtar Jawad (5/26/2014 1:52:00 AM)

    We all seek light. Deepawali provides light. May I confess something? When I was in India I used tp play flush or flash I don't know the exact spelling. One my friends gave me a sweet that is called Pera and there was bhang in it. Rest you can understand. (Report) Reply

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