How far are we ?

Can you hear?
The call of the long grass
and the lingering spring
hidden behind 
the fog in the valley
of roses,
red, bright and promising.

Did you feel?
The wrath of the thunder
on the silent fireworks
rumbling slow,
slipping behind the colour black,
silent, gasping and failing.

Can we not have-
The far off mountains
and the sun on the sea,
the blur of everything
the sharpness of the fuzzy.
no masking of the cloud
no draping of the light
no holding of the shadows
no darkness fearing the glow
no death of the stories
shining bright with the stars.

I wonder
how close are we to home
I heard the wind-chime playing.
The loosened ropes and the walls
behind the spirit calling.
The calls to the cities
the roads and its lakes
the earthquake would then die
Maybe, a stifled death.

– Shreya Kumar

(  Shreya Kumar is an economics graduate, Poetess, Author, Content Writer and a self-proclaimed Feminist, ‘how far are we’ is her first guest post on our website. Her work has been published in reputed magazines. Check her articles at shreyawrites11.wordpress.com )