Presence

There it is again:

Creeping along the driveway,

Through the waiting dust,

Amidst the fallen Neem leaves:

A bizarre concreteness enveloped

By dark green:

A world of miniscule effects.

A lady waits,

Shining with her new dress:

Deep purple, like a rare twilight kiss;

And there is that trusted friend,

An umbrella, broken and black

Hides in a corner;

Inconspicuous,

Ignored till the next rain–

A silent companion

To the lonely wall,

With repainted cracks:

A welcome to be remembered,

Yes, it seeps through the cracks,

Like a trusted friend,

Without invitation.

An accepted betrayal,

Goes a long way

© Geetakshi Arora

July 18, 2013