Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Widow


The surreal fogs are back…
Her mind feels while waiting in her lonely balcony
She feels nothing…the mind cannot reach her…
She waits…grasping the railing…her knuckles white

She knows she has faltered…
Grasped by a sudden fear…
Of a dark winter… Of snow…
And, a dead body frozen in the cold…

She waits…knowing she will jump…
She knows, he watches
Silently…mockingly…the perpetual cigarette on his lips…
She knows he is dead and that, she betrayed him…

She wanted to leave him…
Having found love at a crossroad…
Yet, he didn’t give her a chance
He died…binding her to him…forever

And, she shivers…
Yet, she doesn’t feel the cold
And she thinks of the red saree…
And the missing vermillion on her head…

She waits…knuckles white…
Staring out…as the fog engulfs her…
And, a lonely poem…lost in the jungle…
Calls her…while she waits…knowing he waits too…

Monday, November 9, 2009

Stairways


She saw the star…
Quiet…Dead…Luminous
And she searched…
The heavens and forgotten stairways…

The broken dolls and the glass marbles she lost
The child whose hand she let go…
Amongst the crowd, in the race…
To reach the stairway to her dreams…

The suffocation of happiness
And, her need of love…
Something, more than what her lovers gave…
Something, they don’t understand, neither does she…

Yet, it is the stairway…
That holds her down…
Unmoved…Solid…Unaffected…
And, the forgotten piano is played again

Her, escape from all that is…
Tearing apart all those who loved her…
Different…Lost…Hated…by choice
She dreams of heavens and forgotten stairways