I Peel off the layers of the past decade Shaking off the few remnants still housing my mind I spring clean and prepare for the newborn cries of the coming happy babies of Time Struggling with the limited memory chip I sit to sort and save to retain and renounce I strive to upgrade to reduce the clutter in my slackening neurons The dark shadows of sombre stories that have ruled me Owned me detained me now need to go It's time to dislodge the luggage of loathing to cremate the ugly remains of ridicule Atoning and forgiving at the same time all that's stale Bristling with conscious self I rise to clasp the nice nimbus memoirs As of now, consumed I go light on my luggage inside my head Relieved, I greet 2020 - my sealed morrow with Mind Minimalism _________________________________________________ © 2020 Alka Tiwari All rights reserved Dear readers, When prose fails, poetry embraces my thoughts. So here are my poetised thought...
"Mamma! Can we have a couple of more balloon bags...such big ones?" My kid looked up with raised eyebrows, questioning round eyes and pouted lips. Having already bought two packets, one each for my two children, I was out of my reasoning mind to comprehend this new demand for more. I squatted down and looked at him with the same round questioning eyes as his. He unhesitatingly squeaked, "I need loads of them urgently." Now I was running out of my patience thinking about all the people waiting behind me at the till. I was about to say that we can't go back to pick more when he waved two packs right in front of my face leaving me flabbergasted. I pushed the cart out of the store with my kids standing on it, squished between me and the trolly, having a jolly good ride to the car park. On our way to the car, I couldn't help asking my child the necessity for so many balloons. He simply said, "The teacher told us that cars create a lot of polluti...