Seated amidst ruins #10blogs10days

This scribbling relates to not just a personal experience but also to an underlying element of taking things for granted, how the presence or rather absence of something adds value to routine. It also subtly hints at the value and the importance of knowledge in our life. The forest like mind of ours needs the benevolence of Ma Sarswati to stay on righteous path.Seated amidst ruins...micro-poetry attempted in free verse, is about an idol I saw in the defunct University campus.


The breezy shades of ficus,
sprawling lawn, unkempt though,
badminton court, strewn with foliage
rusty benches, waiting,
for regular visitors,
their unfinished stories hanging in the air,
stranded lecture halls,
scribblings of last tutorials,
gazing forlornly from the whiteboards,
broken furniture, haphazardly stored
in vacant niches.
Screeching silence.
But when you enter
the now defunct premises,
her presence holds you.
Mesmerizing eyes.
Benevolent smile.
Radiant with love.
Inviting with serenity.
The pathway to her seat guarded,
by flourishing wild basil and grass
amidst one or two flowering plants.
Encased in a glass chamber,
a queen on her throne,
oblivious,
to the emptiness surrounding her.
There were times,
when the campus was full of life.
But mayhaps,
this mother of wisdom,
Ma Sarswati,
was overlooked then.
Presence, devalued.
And now in this vacuity,
She is the only solace.
Only companion.




Welfare unto all
Rab rakha