Did he notice the evening primroses? No.
Did he notice the first evening star? No.
Did he even notice his own daughter’s beauty
or whether there was brownie on his plate or blancmange?
Everyday little things were inconsequential to him;
he was blind to many of the ordinary pleasures of life.
She, however, was acutely aware of the irretrievability of time,
she cherished the fleeting moments in life:
lusciously perfumed lilies and paperwhites
the generous moon in the thick of November
the crunch of autumn leaves beneath her feet
her breath fogging the windowpane
flipping through sepia-tinted albums
reminiscing memories of yore
It filled her with exquisite pleasure!
Her days ended in happy exhaustion.
an aeroplane whizzed through the sky,
it left a beautiful contrail:
“God is Now Here,” she gestured excitedly.
“God is No Where,” he remarked nonchalantly.
~ Swati Moheet Agrawal