Prena Poetry

the meaningless of life haunts me

even as i am half awake, brushing my teeth

or running to attend a lecture i will half remember. it haunts me as i think about the languages i cannot speak, lovers i cannot touch and the people i cannot love.

but then some morning when i starve myself, someone one breaks off their toffee into two and offers me the bigger half. when i am running late to a class, someone tells me to be careful and saves a seat for me.

they show me the songs they like, pictures of their dog and the curry they cooked. they ask my opinion on the dresses they are buying. they take shabby pictures of me, makes me sing a song or points at the moon telling me that it looks pretty.

i know that the meaninglessness of life haunts me, but it will never be able to take away the humanness and beauty in all these little ordinary wonders of life.