Fresco!

I take a step

Forward!

Randomness unfurls

The soil beneath my feet erodes

And the crust collapses

Some thoughts lay strewn

In the path, clenched

In the metamorphosis

Of sweat into tears

And vice-versa

Some dreams

Fading out 

In the bleached sky

Some shrill silences

Filling the cracks

The cracks commencing

From a place

I call home.

The doors were closed

Years ago

The curtains drawn

To let not enter

Even a drop of moan

Ah! I stopped moaning

Long ago

The place

Is now like a painting

On old canvas

In oil and pastel

Earthy!Earthy brown

In the base coat

Rendered with strokes

Brushes!

Of all thickness used

And the window

From where

I used to peep outside

To greet the morn

Has turned into

A silent, frozen lake

Some voices sleep inside

Some giggles have been stoned

Some books still lie

Unread. tilted on the bookshelf

And the chimney persistently

Spews an aroma

Of belonging

The still painting

The dead lake

The mute chimney

The sleeping memories

All framed together

fresco!

I take a step

Again!