Issue 3 Star- Gazette

The sweet scented lilies, soup and
music
~Tanvi Nagar
I
We strung together the sweet scented lilac lilies with perfection
and laced the low hanging air of despair with your magical melodies.
The red, blue and green lines on the screens fluctuated freely
tirelessly racing rhythmically- as if creating their own music.
The aroma of light-yellow luscious lamb soup escaped from the bowl
as if racing to reach the titled, square white ceiling first;
II
My glassy eyes stayed fixed upon the skeleton before me- bones, flesh
and a little bit of you,
encased in a coffin of peachy pale skin and numerous twisted tubes;
the incisions in your skin fresh- with small red droplets of blood that
oozed out
made my heart beat faster; fluttering like a kite in the sky before its
string is cut.
the skin in your hands and feet hung loose and lifeless
which made it harder to imagine how blood was gushing underneath this
sheet,
there was so much movement in the molecules of your being
yet, so much stillness in the spirit of your existence.
your eyelids were shut closed, concealing the gateway to your universe
within,
like the white sheet that covered the scars the sharp needles left on your
body.