To tranquility

“Life is short.”

A statement, she repeated

Three times, expecting an emphasis.

My eyes were trained at the

Common black bird on maple tree

Quiet, unlike its usual chirpy self.

“To be lived and not short.

Here, now and the moment, I live.”

“Why disagree? We are one.” she murmured.

Another common black bird joined in

Together, in silence,

Seemed poised.

I paused my mind; to stillness and tranquility;

Silence embraced my heart and soul.

“In this life….”

2020, Deeya Nambiar

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