Let It Go
The only empty space on a crammed shelf empty since you moved the white sea shell and placed it in my hand. “You need to come out of this”, you said, “You belong to a different tale This shell binds you, your thoughts and feelings, come out of it and look at the world that heals”. The only empty space on a crammed shelf empty since you moved the white sea shell the one that slipped from my hand to merge with the vast infinite land! “Let it go…let it immerse into pores of the ground, the moment it is lost your infinite self will be found!”
Excerpted from ‘REVERIE – Into The Light, by Neha Mishra Jha, the First of The WE Poetry Series
This November as I peep out my window, searching for some sign of winter, the city smiles away my imprudence! It throws some rays of burning sun The salted wind and sandy hum, Introducing itself to me again and again, Repeating its name, repeating its name! “I have given you the power to earn, Geared your feet to stand, to run I have given you shelter, your haven, Your today and tomorrow of success and fun’ I have accepted you with open arms, have showered on you all my charm. Yet you feel detached – disconnected, It makes me sad, I feel offended.” This November as I peep out of my window, searching for some sign of winter, the city reproaches me in pain! “Accept me” it pleads, but I am lost in my own reflections. “You are right’ I begin, “but even I am not wrong. The impression of something else on me is rather strong. I am longing for my town, my native location I miss its warmth, it love, its affection. You have given me the power to earn But my town gave me my first lessons. You have helped me stand on my feet But I took my first steps on its streets. You have given me shelter, success, and fun But it is the place where my life had begun. The streets of my town do not carry this brightness The turns and the lanes are made of a lightness. The pits on the roads are huge big dumps The buildings, the shops, the houses are tarnished. Summers are scorching, winters are chilly, Rain brings floods yet bridges willy-nilly! Colleges are like jungles, and schools playgrounds Rumours fly like dust and stories make the rounds. Yet I love its simplicity, Its gentleness – its purity I adore its flaws, Its sheer vulnerability.” This November as I peep out of my window, searching for winter, the city listens to me in attention and wonder! “I respect your feelings,” it says “And understand your emotions, I have no more complaints and I admire your devotion. But friend, as this November you peep out of your window looking for signs of winter, I implore you to accept the bluntness of my weather. I cannot give you all that you've left behind, But I will share a thought which just crossed my mind. Celebrate all the years you have lived in your land, Setting free moments you have confined in your hand. Let its thoughts make you happy, its memories bring smiles, As you feel close to your town across the miles.” This November as I peep out of my window looking for signs of winter, I thank the city for showing me the way. It smiles at me and playfully says, “Now tell me, isn’t it a beautiful day?”
Excerpted from ‘REVERIE – Into The Light, by Neha Mishra Jha, the First of the WE Poetry Series ,
Neha Mishra Jha started writing at a very young age, the flow of expression on paper an empowering experience for her. A post graduate in Journalism and Mass Communication with media experience, Neha is now in her own creative space, designing an eclectic mix of literary and fine arts programs addressing contemporary issues. She is the founder of MAP Festival (Music-Art-Poetry) Mumbai, an annual, equal opportunity platform for emerging and established artists alike. She is a project manager by profession. Her debut poetry collection REVERIE – Into The Light is the first of the WE Poetry Series published at Notion Press, India, and entered into the CLMP Firecracker Awards 2019.