Four walls whitewashed
Close in – oozing serenity
Life breath back and warmth
Welcoming white – placidity
After a stormy tossed about sautéed day
Running incessant around the bush
Beating brains to grow up
Into acceptable goods –
What the heck! For livelihood’s sake
You turn and turn the diurnal wheel
An invisible chime sweetens to six
I return to my anchor fixed
Four walls
Like they have nothing to say
No words no noise no point to ponder on
Just be
A thoughtless stare
Feet, face once more bare
In Nothingness

© All rights reserved, Nivedita Dey, 2016


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