Heirloom Lives

 January 26, 2022

I am thrilled to have a poem in the wonderful anthology 

'Pixie Dust & All Things Magical' (My poem is on pages 212-213)

The Amazon links are given below:

Amazon-India

https://www.amazon.in/dp/B09R2DRYBS/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_2HC3KKDJHZHW0AAJMEBE  

Amazon-Global

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09R2DRYBS/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_ETDX7T07JGGW2TG7KCPF

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Bio

An engineer and management consultant by profession, Abha Das Sarma enjoys writing the most. Besides having a blog of over 200 poems (http://dassarmafamily.blogspot.com), her poems have appeared in Muddy River Poetry Review, Spillwords Press, Verse-Virtual, The Ekphrastic Review, Visual Verse and The Sparks of Calliope among others. Having spent her growing up years in small towns of northern India, currently she lives in Bengaluru.

Heirloom lives

The clouds hurried to submerge the skies,

A dirty red oozing from their wounds,

Fatigued, defying shape akin to the jellyfish

Reluctantly sharing space stung from

Quickly turning sharks with hammerheads.

Groups of parrots joyous and young flapped

Unaware of the kites lurking just behind in time

And soon to come bats laden with strength and might.

I must return

Now to when we counted the stars,

Our backs gravitating to the center of the rope knitted cots,

Exposed until the morning burnt on our faces.

Even then, I had taken the divine to be an ordinary one.

As he spoke in the adjacent table sized room

With no windows to its claim, paint peeling off

Revealing water stains and incense rising from below.

In nothingness, I count the days in hours today.

An invisible thread tying us to the souls

Searching for that face in the flames,

A burning remains as we attempt to reverse the nascent truth,

A life is told and another is gained.