The Century Old World Outside
The glass on my window is stained and tainted
So the world outside looks stained and tainted too
My locks, falling on my temple, seem like an unceasing expanse of spider webs
Like those in old mansions whose doors creak
But the world outside doesn't resemble that mansion.
It resembles that leafless tree close to my great grandma's grave,
Sheltering termites, spider webs and a tainted bark.
It has been there for centuries now.
Just like how my great grandma has been in that grave.
Her wrinkled skin used to be spotted which, contrasted to her agility, showed her age.
She was a hundred years old.
She was older than that tree, more spotted than my window.
Sometimes, when it rains, the window stains seem to fade
But the world outside remains the same-
The same as the century old tree with termites, spider webs and tainted bark,
The same as my century old, long gone, great grandma, with a hundred spots.
© Ishita Tulsyan