War, in its several manifestations, surrounds our life today. And although the systems in place prevent an actual war from taking place, there is always that tension . . .we’re always on the brink of all hell breaking loose. Here is my interpretation of War, written for ‘the same’, a blog that encourages women writing for women.
Do you remember the day
we entered our new home?
The stark, empty spaces
weren’t really empty, were they?
They were filled—every corner and crevice,
with an air of hope, anticipation
and yes, with love.
The bare walls
picked up those naughty giggles,
multiplied them manifold
and threw them back at us.
I remember riding the waves
in that sea of giggles,
with your hands in mine.
Our excited banter
crashed and banged against each other.
You teased me. I tripped
and fell over you as I tried to stop you.
Me- punching your chest
with a chuckle, you—flailing
your arms in mock anguish;
one would have thought we were at war.
But we weren’t at war then.
It is now—surrounded by
our favourite brands of gadgets,
tables, chairs, beds, cabinets,
pots, pans, art and what not-
it is now, that we are at war.
These lifeless hoards
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