Posted on 15 N0v 2015

IN HERE AND OUT THERE

IN HERE AND OUT THERE

Throw the window open
pull the curtain down.
Make it your own winter in an intrepid summer.
Out there, all things red, all things black,
nothing to choose in between,
except a guache patch of white
that is neutral, says nothing.
The neural pathways that carry the heat
of insane violence on all the streets,
are scarcely visible here.
An uncanny silence lives here;
you may call it a paradise if you will.
Stay as long as you please,
or as long as the weather permits.
Out there, the things will grow either too cold or too heated there,
but I have nothing to offer you in here
except a sojourn for the night, a mattress to sleep
and an old damp quilt.
The light still shines,
but it's a candle light,
barely able to last through the night.
But as you will get up to live when it's the light of the sun out there,
this candle, this quilt will have warmed you enough
to brave your path in the storm.

Sushama Karnik

Nov 15, 2015

 Oh, it didn't get deleted and you could read. I was afraid I may have to tax my memory to retrieve it.