I sit and watch my nephews at play.

Helmets and shoes on, satchels on the back,

They are pretend-astronauts now.

“We are on our way to Mars,” they announce.

The drawing-room sofa becomes their spaceship,

The velvet cushions become its wings.


Perhaps this is the way to survive this quarantine –

Finding solace in pretence.

For you remain silent and out-of-reach,

And my days here elapse in reverie.

Like that rainy evening in Paris,

When the Eiffel Tower stood glimmering before me,

But I couldn’t reach the top,

And I went spinning round and round instead,

In the carousel of my dreams…


© Vidya Venkat (2020)


Published by Vidya Venkat

Ph.D. candidate in Anthropology at SOAS, London. Formerly, journalist at The Hindu, Chennai.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: