10x10
a few old pairs of footwear,
a naphthalene scented wardrobe,
a watch, a pillow, a quilt, a creaking cot
and a swiveling fan, unplugged.
a steel plate, an inverted glass and
a porcelain tea cup without a saucer.
a rotary phone, a leatherette diary, yesterday's newspaper over a teapoy by the chair - mourned the loss
at a 10x10 room, faraway.
five alive, kith and kin,
rekindled perhaps some moments forgotten. or, spoke of what next,
the modus operandi, in their absence.
with a muted click, a photographer,
found this moment in hushed silence.
a poet sought the right words to describe the now and then, while a reader pauses to realise they need to read this from the top, once again.
-amit charles
Image courtesy: Yogesh Mokashi