Rinita is a creative writer, with focus on poetry. She delves into several forms including Haiku/Senryu, Sonnets, Free Verse, and Prose.
“You!”, in the middle of the night
Someone white called unto me
My eyes on the flame, burning bright
Led me on to the fantasy
A distant island, a feared dream
Rocks, and edges sharp as knives
Into the river, fell time with a gleam
Splash and swirl, brought on the vibes
Once on the raft, through I sailed
A fruit-bearing orchard closed in
Echoes and shadows partly veiled
Made my soul turn, and heart spin
Dusk it was, and getting sublime
The bird of prey in its beak
Took my hands bound with time
Flew with rage, over the creek
Hands folded, I stared at my white
Companion beyond the blue flame
A hint of red melting on either side
Cocooned I was in the time warp game
The protagonist here battles with a consistent companion, which is the ghost of her past. She wants to do away with it, but her heart is not in it, as she longs to go back to the past that was brighter than her dreary present, and she is constantly transporting her mind back and forth, every time coming back with misery and pain, but wanting to go back again. Thus, in the time warp she remains, comfortable though sorry.
Written as a tribute to the Master, Mr. Dickens, for giving us the wonderful gift of "A Christmas Carol" more than a hundred and fifty years ago.
© 2018 Rinita Sen