BY KAAJAL AHUJA
Thank You for the Inconvenience
I walked through a garden far somewhere
A canvas painted in the month of May
But the painting brought me no delight
And each step that I took, took me nowhere.
The lush green smell of Earth filled the breath
When I saw the smoke coming from an old
I had to look.
Serene, like a white cloud of hope it spread its wings everywhere.
Only it was gray.
It disturbed what I saw and felt
It disturbed every sense
For now when my feel touched the soil I fell in touch with a greater soul.
I fell the last hundred years that had passed.
I fell in control.
It made its way slowly
Caressing me with its armless body
Just like the crimson morning rays
That with their gentle touch, open up the new bud
Only I had found you were gray.
I wanted you close
And ate every word you spoke
They brought me hope and made my
Heart feel whole.
But you were different, a different colour.
Not like the ordinary gray,
Not reticent or dull
You were something more…
Lighting my soul on fire…a red,
Only getting stronger.
But you weren’t a red or a blue or black,
You were something new.
For no colour on the canvas held the slightest resemblance to you.
The directions, the yellow flowers of the sun bowed was yours
Were you their king?
But then why did the butterflies encircle your head
And why, o why, did the birds sing?
Why did it matter
You weren’t my king.
You were just a friend keeping me warm,
The fire inside my heart was still alive though
Only it was turning shades of blue
But you were around
And that’s all that mattered.
Your words soon changed to ice
And daggered my heart bringing pain
So what if my heart shattered,
When you spoke? You spoke.
You said there was no chance to leave.
That in the canvas I was stuck.
All there was, was the garden and its muck.
You asked me to be happy, to make do with the view.
Then one day out of the blue,
You changes from blue to black.
That’s when I knew something was wrong,
When there was no more song
A jet of red brought contrast to the black
When my feet touched the thorns
And the heads of the flowers fell too low
And the blackness of fear that blinds was everywhere.
I felt like I could smell despair.
The butterflies fell to your feet as you walked.
But you walked along.
Stamping the one’s on your path
Where I don’t know what skeletons lay.
I took everything that was my own
And ran far away from that picture of May.
Because in my heart I knew
That beyond that garden that took me nowhere.
Beyond the mirage of control,
Beyond the choking smoke,
The entire world at my feet lay.
It was time to find the way.
So I left the smoke behind
And thanked it for changing colour
For had it not darkened I would never have left
And known of the high beyond the