And thus it happened, the moment that was feared.
Like lux in tenebris,
a life blazoned with hearty laughter and unequivocal bliss.
Oh dear, how does one explain the beauty of that youthful and exuberant charm
shattered by his forearm?
How to lead you to its untimely demise, which is “god’s plan” in disguise?
They were proficient, dextrous, adroit at everything.
They had hope in their hearts and talent in their limbs,
but the limbs were useless, the nerve endings malfunctioning.
Why was their body not delivering?
Bog-standard, quotidian, typical,
a run-of-the-mill person they wanted to be.
Alas, expectations were withdrawn, the door to the cage closed,
never to be free.
Nothing wrong with them, they were just fine,
wrapped in a world as classy as a 1945 Romanee-Conti wine.
New beginnings, old endings, all in the past,
old cheese, fungus-laden bread, thrown out, the room was cleansed.
But in their own mind there was fungus, where they were made an outcast.
Meaninglessness, hopelessness, uncertainty, futility, instability,
the sine qua non of feelings needed to arrive at thresholds of insanity.
Binge-reading, watching, living, feeling, eating, thinking,
is it Saturday or Tuesday?
My vision was blurry, almost an outcast, a year later and still so unprepared.
Empty nights, agonizing mornings, made to face the day that is feared.
By-
Moksha Arrawatia
First Year
B.A. (Hons.) Political Science
[Edited by Nilabja Das and Shreya Jathavedan
Art Curated by Basundhara Jana]
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