A thought-provoking, inward-looking autobiographical poem by Sangita – exclusively for Different Truths.

Water in the tea kettle
Shimmers with bubbles
An expectation of a rising tempo
Weaving through swirls of rising steam
A vision of a story.
The memory of my story
My own, very own story.
But...

No new story.

Is there ever such a thing?
Only a new package
A new permutation
Different narration
That can wring
The heart dry
Or squeeze tears out
From a long-forgotten well
Only a new perspective
If at all there is such.

Fern fronds unfurling 
In the gentle warmth of spring
Waking, yawning, stretching
While each frond formed
Proudly unique
The fern stands eternally young,
As old as the Earth.

No new story.

My life though my own,
My story, not mine
lingers at the edge of time
As old as the stardust 
my bones are made from

The tea kettle whistles
A new tune
Tea leaves transform 
Dust from millennium
Into a limpid brown pool.
A surge of smiles.

Picture design by Anumita Roy

Sangita Kalarickal

A poet and writer, Sangita Kalarickal has been wordsmithing and honing her craft in the forms of poetry and fiction, which have been published in several e-magazines and anthologies. She utilises her left brain at her day job in technology.

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