Adjustments | Poetry | – Poetry
By: Preeti Vyas |


New walls,

New windows,

Unfamiliar creaking sounds,

Unfamiliar taps and turn arounds,

Temperature, smell, lights,

Everything is a random sight,

Even the sunlight is different,

The way it enters the room in its own trend,

The chair, the table, the mirror plane,

They rotate weirdly or maybe they are fixed strange,

The hangers are tilted,

The curtains are dull,

The bedsheets leave the mattress,

Often falling on the floor,

Is really everything unfitting?

And strange?

Or again is this her mind playing a game,

Of not adapting to the change?


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