158, YASHODHAN by Anushree Nande

May 30, 2013 | By | 8 Replies More

The room is small for four, no lack yet

Of warmth.

 

Simba, Goofy, Mickey, Minnie and Pluto keep a careful vigil from the walls.

Faded and smudged.

Crooked.

The work of childish hands.

 

The ‘height line’

Faint, before

It became just a reminder.

A statistical record

Referred to only during sibling fights.

 

‘Teaching’ Angee how to drink tea

Before her first make-believe tea party.

The triumph felt

Rivalled only by the thrill

Of camping out under duvet tents.

 

Swallowed up by complicated jigsaw puzzles

And stacks of books

Even when B-A-T didn’t make ‘BAT.’

The laughter shared by nine

Silly, poignant.

 

Now I stand in a messy room

Wishing I were a Blue Morpho Butterfly.

My strongest wish is a mind free

Of clutter.

Bare walls.

I can take their expectations.

Need of reminders

That light would cease

Without the bitter shadows.

 

It would be the last time

I would wear that grey pinafore and white shirt.

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Poet’s Notes:

My sister and I grew up in a full house with our parents, grandparents, aunts and uncle. Though the house was big enough for all of us, there werent enough rooms so my sister and I shared a room with our parents. Yes there were disagreements and fights but who doesnt have those? It was a mostly happy time full of laughs, good times with loved ones and vivid memories that form the core of this poem. It is also about nostalgia, about growing up and saying goodbye.

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Anushree Nande is a 24 year old born and brought up in Mumbai, India. She is a published writer, editor, and Arsenal team leader for Football Paradise, weekly columnist for Gunners Town and freelance writer for other websites, magazines and blogs on sports, books, film.

Follow her on Twitter, @AnuNande, on WordPress, and view her published short story, L’Effet De Papillon.

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Category: Poetry, Spring, When Women Waken Literary Journal

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  1. Sonali Atre says:

    Nicely done Anu! Nostalgic for me too. The first time I visited that house , your great grandmother was in that room 🙂

  2. Annie Francis says:

    Evocative and delightful words, Anushree.

  3. This is a lovely poem that evokes so much of that sense of the memories we share with family and no one else.

  4. admin says:

    Anushree, I love the gentle sounds of this poem. Subtle rhymes like in your first lines:

    The room is small for four, no lack yet

    Of warmth.

    Thank you.

    Anora McGaha, Editor

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