Consolation Poem by Soumili Karmakar

I find a blue sky each day
To cherish upon life
And search for answers in the hue of silver lines.
Oh, it seems all anew to be alive in this world!
Oh, it seems the world will revolve;
Like a honeybee dancing around a flower
Like a child growing beyond its age within a sound of laughter.

Consolation enters into our lives;
Without us knowing how many times the world has shed its tears,
Without us knowing how many times the sky has turned purple and slowly gray
By keeping a bunch of memories in her heart's lane
Like a child treasuring all the chocolates on her birthday.

Consolation is the soil and mud,
I stand upon.
Consolation is the never rewarded price of homeless ones,
Carrying homes within their hearts
Fragile, but unbreakable the bond they live and call as life.

Consolation is this I,
To be what I am
To feel grateful for the privilege of getting to see the world through my eyes,
To find a star in the azure blue
With its turn and twists drawn by the heavenly tide at noon.

The fragments of broken branches creep through the soil
Making a home out of a barren land;
Music and sunshine of the soul
Sing merrily around the reserved grove.

The Innocence of fireflies in the night time
Guards up like a miracle of stardust,
At this moment our eyes bind us to the warmth and depth of being alive.
At this moment, I think of my mother calling my name from the celestial haven for the one last time.

A name so dear to her,
A name she decided to call me by,
A name she kept so safe
A name, that is, forever mine
But is her creation
Before mine stepping on this journey of life.

Oh, how I wonder if mom felt the same light coming towards her?
Oh, how I wonder whether mom also poured her heart
As soon as our eyes became misty as we said adieu to our dears in this life?

I try to find colours in the sky,
Perhaps I'm still ignorant of the night.
However, this winsome breeze enchants me to believe,
That life is restoring the sweet nectar of humbleness.
I hide myself under the stones of death,
Wish never to be seen like before,
Wish never to forget my path,
Wish never to see the sunrise after the fall of mask.

Oh, how deeply I've been cared by the shadow of ruins!
The burnt castle walls are hanging loose with memories of the past.
I see my mom and dad, building each and every part of it with precision and beauty.

I've heard them say, " this castle is the temple of our soul"
Perhaps, that is why, they worshipped it like their only God.

Beneath this castle
There are unwritten stories of the few
I dreamt one saying, "One day, life came in disguise of sunrise
And one day, life left in disguise of broken rhymes."

What not we did
To rebuild the castle facing the Aegean Sea.
My soul revoked its last plight in that night
My soul whispered something in the ears of the peonies,
Little by little, they grew stronger than what humans could ever have had described.

Consolation, you see, not only comes in different forms,
But also from every direction
If you wish to mend your inner soul's wounded child..

I am not gone yet,
I know there are chances like sunsets,
Where a single drop and the rise in today's wind
Can create a miracle instead of misery
If you wish to survive
If you wish to see the sun rise.