I am not who I am
No terrace to elevate my senses
No peace of sky to let fly
Pensive strains of thought
Locked in
In the first floor of my home
An empty basement below
And cold ceilings above
No earth to run on
No green and black tiles
to step and dance on
To leap and land on
Red chappals on dead marble
Curtains on windows that
Restrain warm sunlight
to check intruding eyes
I want to return
to where I once was
unbound by curtains
elevated, barefoot and dancing
No terrace to elevate my senses
No peace of sky to let fly
Pensive strains of thought
Locked in
In the first floor of my home
An empty basement below
And cold ceilings above
No earth to run on
No green and black tiles
to step and dance on
To leap and land on
Red chappals on dead marble
Curtains on windows that
Restrain warm sunlight
to check intruding eyes
I want to return
to where I once was
unbound by curtains
elevated, barefoot and dancing
5 comments:
Wow for the utterly poetic rendering of your thoughts! one thing which came to my mind as soon as I read it was the phrase 'this too shall pass' and a memory of mine which resonates some of your current feelings....
Eega ninna mukhadalli iro ashtu kale saaku kane ;-) Muahhhh
:) Thankee Aparna... Hope this is a start. But want more.
fly home love... in your mind when you are in bang
:) thankee krufee
reading your blog after a long time. wish i had before, so i could've had more conversations with you :) love the rhythm of your verses. RED chappals on DEAD marble..i can hear the chappals slapping on the marble, keeping time for your verse
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