Once in a while

Once in a while

 Once in a while , sitting by this huge window 

I eavesdrop these winds ,gossiping as they blow

Carving their way out of my frustatingly tousled ringleted locks 

They narrate stories of far-off   countries and folks ,

Of Titanic  doodling over that mocktailed sea 

And how Jack gave wings to Rose on that love-hued April eve 

If only the heartless waves were not drunken that night 

He’d wish her mornings everyday ,sitting by the bedside .

Sometimes these winds whisper about  the ‘four and half decades’ aged Cold War,

Of whirlpool of blood and cannon balls 

I wonder if they were fighting over marbles or barbie dolls ?

Or if the soldiers  cried when the blood spewed out of  bullet holes ?

Last night , they laughed out Shakespeare ‘s comedy 

How Malvolio dressed in yellow stockings looked bizarre !

And what made the bards praise the cosmic north star ?

And how would Sylvia feel if she smashed out of her bell jar ?

Again I am sitting here , by the window overhearing them ,

Flaunt their surreal ventures to  Lilliput and Bethlehem 

These eternal gossip queens descant a  million stories no one hears 

We just need to sit silently , once in a while and lend them ears .

The bubbly Bhawana Yadav in the frame . Picture credits : Arti Kushwaha

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Vinita Upadhyay
I am a weaver who weaves dreams into poetry.


  1. Bhawana Yadav

    Want to be the first fan of your writings
    …… Seems like soon u will be the glorious star in the world of writings….. Waiting for your next poem.. ….

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