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Sunday, June 15, 2008

Ramblings

Was it yesterday when you gave me the book to read?

Up through the vintage dawn and sleepy weed

Treading my way with the book by Thomas Kyd

I don’t remember its name though

In the summer only the sound of the wintry breeze’s blow.

Suzy gave me a lantern to hold

And down my balcony

Frozen umbrellas rained from the green sky.



Suzy was a strange girl I could see

Always soaking her hands in the water dry

Snaking her way through the tunnels with soap and lye

She discharged her job pretty well with her hoe

Not a tinge of sweat glistened from her brow

Griffins sang from the golden porticos of the pink lemon tree

Maybe I should have read Shakespeare or Marlowe

But I could think of nothing spare that book by the Crow.



Am I growing bald?

I am fast losing my hair

Under the sea damsels steal tears from a dead mare

Am I turning into a huge vermin?

But still the Jester croons hoarse in the radio.

I lived in a place where shadows never fell

“Flee flee, the Universe is nothing”, shouts he under spell

“Nothings to be done”, replies back the bell.



I am sitting on the porch of an iceberg

Perhaps, watching a movie by Cronenberg.

Smoked salami stuffed with a large chunk of Italian cheese

Standing on the driveway in the black rain searching for my lost keys.

Did I keep them somewhere?

Or has the rain eaten it?

Her sweaty face glistening in the tube light’s heat

Out in the summer sun only the doomed lambs bleat.



Something about that book that you gave me

I spoke to that old patriarch fastened to a chest-nut tree

He would not answer me no matter how hard I try

Only moaning that Time has stood by.

I guess I forgot to change the date, its Monday still

The evening smells of fresh salmon under the rusty grill

Outside black roses are pinned to some window sill

But darn why is it Monday still?

5 comments:

pranamita said...

Oh Wonderful! I won't impose some formulated phrase on it,but would definitely say that the poem flatters the vision with its rich images...great formulation of outer correlatives for inner feelings[much like T.S Eliot:)].Fantastic expression, executed in a true artistic manner. Great job!!

shuchita said...

OMG!
-shuchita

DONNA said...

marvelous....
nyotr adj would be a disgrase...

Ishita said...

Splendid!

Neerad said...

Hey, brilliant...I wish I could write like that.
Probably your best writing I've come across.