A replacement got replaced.

Your words get entwined in my words; the present and the utterance of those words are separated by a finite number of days I fail to forget. Do my words get entwined in yours too?

Your stories are my stories now; they escape my mouth like a shooting star escapes sight; I’m caught unawares inspite of being aware. Do you remember my stories?

There were only these two questions whose answers I searched like Santiago searched for his treasure. Searching turned into beseeching.  And then, just like that, I gave up on the search. I knew there were no questions; no answers.

I knew that the axe of replacement had dropped on me while I was lost in my siege. I knew that “Everyone is replaceable” is true; not according to me but for someone out there, it is true. My words, my stories, my thoughts, my laughter, my idiosyncrasies, found a replacement in your magnificent world.

And maybe this makes me happy. Maybe it is so because we just took a wrong turn. Maybe in this wrong turn we found few sonnets to sing as we tread on the right path. Maybe that’s what it was supposed to be, always.
Thanks for reading 🙂

Malvika Mishra

Clinging, Again and Again

Cling: Adherence, adhesion, attachment… devotion.

Clinging to an idea… an idea of a “should have”, a “could have”.

Clinging to memories… memories which have turned into wistful smiles.

Clinging to dates… the dates which will never be forgotten.

Clinging to anecdotes… the anecdotes which were built on the grounds of exuberance.

Clinging to secrets… secrets which cut deeper than some wounds.

Clinging to reveries… the reveries which are nothing but plundered and defunct air castles.

Clinging to hope… the hope which is slipping away like the grains of sand.

Clinging to a journey… the journey which is voided by an absence.

Clinging to a story’s predictable termination… which can never ever be rewritten.

Clinging to closure… a closure which failed to dawn inspite of relentless efforts.

Clinging to love and the few grains of hope.

Clinging to a smile… that smile which can “make the whole world stop and stand for a while.”

Clinging to a voice… the voice which brings repose.

Clinging to kindness… the kindness which incites ardent admiration.

Clinging to perfection… the flawed perfection that is someone’s existence.

Clinging to the resonance… again and again.
Thanks for reading.☺

Malvika Mishra.