ABANDONED AT OLD AGE…..
A dimly lit sterile room
amply doused with a powerful disinfectant,
a dingy bed and an overflowing medicine cabinet
coupled with monotonous views through glass windows,
prayer books lying open on a nearby table
that never offered any explanations for unanswered prayers,
are now the only remaining fixtures
in what has become my meager world.
Restless spiders of unrelated thoughts
keep weaving a weightless web of silence,
in the corners of my mind’s rotting ceilings
that writhe in the curse of loneliness,
while concerned faces of doctors and nurses
passes through as fleeting ripples
having hardly any significance or impact.
Stains of a few treasured memories
that are stuck to the bottom of my soul,
having withstood the persistent scrubbing by time’s hands
still bring back some bittersweet moments,
and I think of those priceless days of yesteryears
when I was the whole world to adoring eyes.
Now, the dusty mirrors reflect a stranger
who has wrinkled and saggy skin,
criss crossed with a network of protruding blue veins
that creates on it unintelligible patterns,
as lusture less eyes assume a vacant expression
of being distant from the present surroundings.
The chirping birds have all gone away
from my life seeking evergreen pastures,
abondoning me like a decaying winter tree
which could no longer bear spring’s fruits or flowers,
forgetting that it was under my selfless shade
that they first learnt to spread their wings and fly.
Now, a feeling of numbness consumes my being
and tears no longer have their venom or sting,
as I implore the night winds to be strong enough
to draw the final curtains on my life,
while fondly remembering of those who would be waiting
to welcome me on the other side.