Holidays are knocking in some other housewarming eve
It could simply be a midnight musing,
where these ears are not!
A life floating in NAY-Nay sound
is also a simpering one, throughout!
I call it: Just a “mood swing”,
and it feels overwhelming, quite often these days!
Everyone is nailing my thinking mind,
hinting I might need a screw to keep myself sane and strong, upright.
And I kept pondering about the London bridge, the glory of being prestigious and proud,
And what a picturesque sunset should be in prevailing route! Farthest need from a crowd,
Nevertheless
It is simply a drilling sound; Not a single stanza more than that to be traced.
Pairing hands, inflicting in moaning, and groaning in continuing hours of extenuation.
The window blinds according to the work-order of today. Replaced and rejuvenated.
And it is all about these sounds. One of a gentle kind but …. Noisy too,
corrupting need of a warmonger. A competitor.
Truthful sounds of functionality of life.
Where disposable are dishes, dancing in hunger.
A handyman deal is just a mere deal. In black and white, one kind of that.
And I knew one sunset sky , after all these days of mending and blushing.
Also unfolding in rueful efforts of expiation, quite a zealous one. Promising.
The Lord knows the laws of land, everywhere. Along every way of possibility.
And the Lord knows the exceptions are also true. For sure. a forbidden tree.
Assuring me about the night. And shoes of a handyman are also an earned chore,
where life still code-switches on a pristine door.
On a night, someone could turn into a sculptor.
In subjugation and humility.
We are nothing more than pleading hands in prayers, whim and much more,
A long, lonely walk along a longer shore of life. A duality residing on a memory lane.
where different dimensions are still there in methods of boiling broth, in Can-opener and can,
On a housewarming eve of some other Santa's. And festive seasons are in, chiming otherwise.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2022
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