She is a bag lady,
rummaging among Garbage
For an unsullied memory.
There is nothing here.
nothing left to save... or hide.
It is time.
time now to find another blind alley.
Like a circle in a square...
there is no exit.
In the abrupt silences of her dead laughter,
I vow....
NEVER to be her.
11 comments:
Finally! A post spared train journeys, Hyderabad and any permutations of both! Well done!
nice!
Yes, indeed, the muse returns.
When I read the verse, I visualize night, though it isn’t specified clearly. Wonder why that happens!
I don’t quite like the rhythm of the two lines:
"It is time.
time now to find another blind alley."
I can’t really explain why, all I know is that the word "now" is somehow jarring here. Maybe it's just me.
Anyway. Here’s a thought: should the last line be “no more to be her”?
--NJ
that's a beauiful one!
@Anon: The next time, brother mine, leave your name... and don't be nasty! :)
@The Cowlick: Thanks!
@Finnegan: Worlds within worlds, within words, yes?
@NJ: Thanks, am flattered you think so! Perhaps I could have made it more obvious in the last line but I quite prefer the subtlety.
@Ray Ben: Thanks! Am glad you thought so. Thanks for commenting and I look forward to seeing you here again. :)
I can see her rummaging for the unsullied memories ...
@ .:A:. : :-)
@Aristera: Thanks for both the comment and dropping by. Will look forward to seeing you here again.
I were you, I would have thought about some intervention program... :-0)
jokes apart,
am impressed... P
and,
missed ur blog while i was in the field. P
well caught; did she ever given an oppurtunity to make that *vow* at least?
~uber
@P: Thanks! For both being impressed and for missing my blog... since that is all you missed! :P!
@Uber: Well, the vow's been taken... the prayer is that it should hold. :)! Thanks!
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