Scratchy

Some scented paper flowers ,

some colored lamps ,

some artificial glittering

some dry fruits with sweets and snacks,

some hilarious jokes, and a never ending gratuitous music of saxophone..

life is slow, yes not moving but living is mandatory.

feeling something like a hollow river,

deep and silent with waves somewhere beneath,

eyes are closed but not sleepy,

I am at rest but yes tired though,

something is scratchy,

something is ostentatious,

someone is being missed .

may be a true friend ,

may be an old friend,

a well wisher

Or someone who has been as closes as no one.

Jennifer Winget