Editor’s Note: This collaboration has spontaneity written all over it. The image came from Koushik with a hope to find some words and DoubleSpeak reached out to Zai who readily accepted to compliment the image with a quick poem. The collaborators do not know each other but their works find a organic connection in this piece.
You- the two adults played house today.
One of you handed over divorce papers to another.
“I have never handed anyone a love letter but I at least get to do this”
You both chuckled at your joke but stopped as the silence dropped.
Did I ever play divorce as a kid?
You wondered as you ran your pen across the signature box.
You have frequently switched roles.
You became daddy and your childhood friend became mommy.
Or you were a kid when she was a granny.
She had thrown your whole dinner away
because you were too whiny.
“That’s your punishment for annoying me”
Then a crow ate the dinner made of biscuit patties.
Never divorce though…
But that’s how it is.
Big things in life are often trivial and tiny
like the signature box where you compressed the whole marriage
and ended it with two tiny dots under your sign.
Now you can eat that chocolate
and watch that new season of the series
where two people marry
and don’t feel sorry.
But as you watch the people glide by on the screen
or slide their hands under each others’ clothes
you feel pressure
of the wobbly grief pudding
growing inside your mind
It grow bigger and heavier
then it bursts and floods your body.
You ask aloud,
as the world darkens around you,
“is there any child who thinks
playing house is ridiculous?
Does any kid discover the sham,
and promise themselves never to grow up?”