The Wild Blueberries
Happiness and sadness were two sides of the same coin they said
But he always knew that flipping coins was not his thing.
Dragging himself out of bed
With jammies that looked unchanged since forever
He made his way into the kitchen
Past soiled clothes and mirrors that didn't serve his interest any more
The kitchen sink was full
But the stomach - empty.
Luckily the fridge had an unexpired gallon of milk.
Oatmeal, wild blueberries and milk he thought
Slowly slurping his oatmeal, he pondered
Whether blueberries brought any blues
And why breakfast tasted better with unbrushed teeth.
The body seemed to have gained some energy
But the mind still lurked in some corner.
Some corner of those thoughts
Which had made a close bond with two imposters in the by lanes of yesterday,
Negativity and Melancholy.
Like uncalled visitors,
They frequently visited
With no rhyme or reason
Pretending to give him company.
Instead they left him with residues
Of a gnawing pain
That was hard to explain
To someone or anyone
Well, explain if they called
But phones didn't ring anymore
People didn't call or listen anymore
He was anyway used to
Cold bathroom floors and
Night had set in
The stars still seemed to shine on him
Tucked away in bed
He lay staring at the ceiling
Counting sheep and
Pondering over random thoughts about
Stardust’s in his body
Lyrics to Everybody hurts
And the wild blueberries!
(Caroline James is a information technology professional but she strongly believes that in this age of digital, it is always the human connections that matter more.
She likes to spin magic with words and hopes to change the world one word at a time.)
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