Confidante

Everyday a new morning swirls in, slurps through
I flip over my conscience
Mundane greasy day slowly rides over
I agree to be used, in reluctance.
Hours pass by  in my captivation;
Still looking at that thin ray you send me  everyday I breath.

Often when I am freed to basics, I place my hand over you, my inner soul
You who always pulls my cheeks to an extent of new path;
To a margin of new hope, I run my fingers through and try to cuddle you in my stride..
As time melts it melts me too into tears, into grudges of counting the stillborns ;
I often keep them locked inside you,
Where I know these drop by drop will create ocean of my freedom;

Then again flip myself over, with my  conscience .. till I nurture you to be my strength.


                  -------- Paromita Mukherjee
                             Bangalore,  India