Battles Dwelling in the BrainsBattles. Everybody is fighting one. Be it in the squiggly structures of their brains. Or in every twist and turn they take while asleep. They make their presence heard with every snore, with every chirp of the cricket outside the window, hiding beneath the flower pot.
Battles are raging in a reader's mind who drinks hot coffee taking in tiny sips that would otherwise burn his lips, fighting the cold weather, thinking about his sick child at home. He resists the urge to tear the newspaper into tiny bits and leave them to the harsh winds but instead pretends to read calmly leafing through the pages so that the spectators in the train station would envy his peace.
A tiny mouse, too small for its own kind scurries through the hallway, along the gutter line into a tiny hole, breathing rapidly as if one less breath would kill him. It rolls into a ball, triumphant of the battles it fought today. Awaiting the battles to greet him the next day.
As they always do.
Poetry by Saniya Fayaz
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Written on 2016-03-02 at 12:16
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