Nihilistic and Rosemary
Nihilistic and Rosemary
Thoughts were stumbling together
in the beliefs of an outburst,
in a tangled tale of rosemary;
an evergreen shrub mingling with others
to form a love symbol of its own,
She was having nihilistic ideas
in the wonderings of sunset
as if the moon was about to meet
the earth’s surface,
an inclination towards the dawn,
pungent fragrance, minty flavor
with its blue leaves in the gloom,
changing her ideologies
as if she manifested her stand of being firm.
She was nihilistic in her approach
when stubbornness crept in her memory,
when thoughts were stumbling together
in the archaic beliefs,
her beliefs took her to the absurdity of Kafkaesque;
the nightmarish thoughts were part of her obscurity,
where the only rescue was the recipes with rosemary
in the aromatic journey,
where loneliness triggered her recipes
of tomorrow with a view to be felt alive
in her experiments,
she found solace in the rosemary fragrance
her leisure was away from hustle and bustle;
she was nihilistic in her approach.
About the Author: Poet Bhavya Prabhakar resides in Gurugram, India. She is a visiting lecturer by profession hailing from India. Bhavya teaches French language in India at Delhi University. She has obtained a Master’s Degree in French Literature, which has provided her many opportunities. She got Charpak scholarship from French Embassy to do one semester in France. She studied at Paul-Valéry University of Montpellier, Masters in Francophone Literature. A poet at heart, she started writing for Poet’s Corner that further aroused her passion and zeal for writing.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The opinions expressed are those of the characters and should not be confused with the writer’s.
