As I sit by the hearth
Soaked in its warmth
Snug and smug
I glance at the trappings galore.
My eyes flit around the room which hosts
The infinite trophies proudly amassed through the passage of time.
My eyes skim quickly, oft pondering over the futility of the clutter.
My gaze is arrested, it lingers at the corner
Where gilded frames encase the loved ones departed.
A tremulous voice from within calls, raking up memories sweet and bitter,
Snatched moments of joy and sorrow, the comfort of being whole.
Reluctantly, I brush aside my wanton thoughts and drag away my moistened gaze.
A warm smile brightens my face, the sight of my mutt at my feet – my constant companion.
Recollections of the past dim, replaced by inward joy.
Can I fall in love with life at fall? I know not.
By : Veena Umesh Sood
(Image : Pinterest)