Is it too good to last?
Is it really nothing but a shard
of light, eagerly cutting deep
inside, just when you feel comfortable
enough to hold
it tight? But how can you
not, hold it tight,
I mean. There is this fear,
always hunting you down.
No place to hide; it always
finds you, always douses
the warmth and the light escapes;
you watch helplessly,
bewildered and shaking. At the end
of it you become afraid.
You are just too afraid to be happy. Think.
Perhaps happiness is
just another rare and costly bauble.
If you find it you must hide it;
keep it locked up safely out of sight
Is it really so rare?
a translucent transient thing?
If you try holding it close
as tightly as you can,
you become a child
with a scoop of sunshine in your hand.
BIO: Rumjhum Biswas has been published in countries in all the five continents in both online and print journals. One of her poems was long listed in the Bridport Poetry Prize 2006. She won third prize for poetry in Muse India Contest, 2008. Her flash fiction was shortlisted in the 2008 Kala Ghoda- Caferati Flash Fiction Contest. She won third prize in a poetry contest run by Unisun Publishers India in February 2008. Her poem “March” was commended in the Writelinks’ Spring Fever Competition, 2008. Her story -”Ahalya’s Valhalla” - was among Story South’s Million Writers’ notable stories of 2007. She was a participating poet in the 2008 Prakriti Foundation Poetry Festival in Chennai. Website: www.rumjhumbiswas.com. She blogs at: http://rumjhumkbiswas.wordpress.com/
MOTIVATION:I really don't remember what triggered this poem. Must have been one of those philosophical moments.