i walk
like a recently freed man,
enjoying the space
of my heart,
the clutter cleared…
the walls repaired…
repainted
with a new shade
of crimson,
that bubbles
with enthusiasm,
heightened
by the oxygen inhaled
from the colors
of spring air,
a space
reclaimed,
after what seems
an age,
by the original owner
who apparently
himself
had forgotten
the deed of lease,
signed
to this little
valuable space
in his very own name,
to be his
till perpetuity,
or years of breath.
a space –
now free
from all –
legal
or illegal
trespassers,
and rent free
thankless
noisy tenants,
alongwith
their accompanying
clutter
and unwelcome
baggage,
and wares.
a space –
now empty,
yet full,
of life,
which can’t
be seen
but can
be felt,
the walls bare,
except for
the pulsating network
of semi visible
invisible veins
which keep
the walls warm,
decorated,
alive
with a rich
rejuvinated
constantly flowing
watery red,
from somewhere
in this
seeming emptiness,
my hand reaches out
to magically pull up
a comfy chair,
and i sink into it,
much
like a stone
happily rushing
to find
the comforting arms
of a waiting
river bed,
home atlast –
from a series
of life’s sagas
and tiring
sojourns,
something gained,
and something lost,
though the sum
of it all –
seems to break
all hereto
conventionally established
principles
of maths,
the sum
as it adds herein,
curls up
into a cushion
of experience,
and cradles gently
the tired neck,
keeping
a constant
teacherly check,
on the incessant
on-goings
inside
the numerous
mysterious
tunnels of the head,
and calmed
and comforted
i drift away slowly,
on a boat
without a rudder,
without oars,
or a sail,
into an ocean
of possible,
impossible,
destinations
and adventures,
free –
once again,
to revisit
those lost islands
of dreams,
and
of realities,
I always knew
I could have had.
© vidursahdev 2023
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