My room;
A room full of possibilities,
It faces a giant window with purple curtains
where the sun sets in the shrinking sky,
among the concrete with a dusty sigh,
where pigeons shit low and soar high
and the vehicles screech nearby…
…beyond a collage wall with yellowed art pieces
waiting to be repaired,
offering support to a bed waiting to be cleared;
Filled with bags, different kinds – big and small,
And some clothes and some books and some more stuff
Waiting to be placed in their designated space
inside an overflowing cupboard.
On the other side lies the table
in more or less the same state;
A cup waiting for its taxi to the sink
A sanitizer born in 2020 waiting to be used
A speaker, I am waiting for to get charged
A match box waiting for a hiding place…
…and a sketch waits to be completed
and after her, a few others as well.
And after that a poem awaits creation too,
under them an old CPU fights scrapyard,
while dreaming of a museum,
while my new CPU- my office laptop
dreads being used yet again.
Somewhere in this clutter
lies a few old manuscripts,
waiting to be used, some what abused,
while dreaming of being a part of beautiful book
and a giant teddy lies on the bed
gathering dust and battling an existential crisis.
Like those unfinished drafts.
Like me.
My room could be an office,
Could be a secret lab,
Could be a studio,
Could even be a gym,
But it’s none of that –
It is a waiting room;
A room waiting to be cleaned,
A heart waiting to be fixed,
A dream waiting to be realized,
A love waiting to be loved,
A life waiting to be lived,
A beginning waiting for an end,
And I am waiting
(might as well be a professional waiter now)
waiting for those possibilities
to be possible someday.
But it seems not today.
Or maybe it does,
maybe there’s a little bit,
coming to existence,
Just a little bit
day by day.
*
The Turquoise Ink 
3 responses to “A room full of possibilities”
Very nice Saloni!👌🤗
It’s beautiful how you make poetry out of the ordinary things around you! Lend a depth to seeming dreariness!
Extending your feelings to inanimate objects around you..
Infusing life and meaning into them..
All this – with your humour sprinkled in!
Waiting seems to be the background..
A soul brimming with creativity, hopes (which makes life worth living! With something to hope for, look forward to, hope to bring to life!), humour and life – seems to be the foreground!
Life seems to be happening to you or you happening to life – while you’re waiting!
Wishing for your poetry to keep happening to us!
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I was so looking forward to your comment Ishi! And I am so glad it came!! Something about this way of interaction seem so retro. Not like 1980s but like early 2000s (gosh! when did that become retro!?) when blogging was the rage, social media wasn’t there and people were connecting over blogs and comments and ping backs. Ah! Sadly, blog era has changed. But you are the reason I keep posting. Not exaggerating, I think of you every time I post. And I keep telling myself – Saloni you need to put your IG content here because she needs to read it! And she does, she always does :’) Thank you for reading! ❤ ❤
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Awwww!! Thank you so much, Saloni!! ❤️
That makes me feel very special!🥰
Instagram par na hone ke faaydon mein ye nahi gina tha maine!🙈
in fact mujhe toh lagta tha that I must be missing lots of good stuff that you share! Like you’d sent those IG screenshots of some sketches along with associated story in caption! I feel like I miss out on all that due to not being on Instagram!
But blog posts, I try not to miss!!
I look forward to reading your blog posts!❤️
And I too love this way of communication..🥰
Keep writing!😘😘
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