At darkness, I screamed
To light, I whispered
To air, I sang
To all the world
I simply smiled.
Caste away to the sublime
I hear bells chime
Ringing,
So I drown, deep
Into silence.
Good times, no crimes.
Louder and louder
The air breathes
Sharper and sharper
My voice weeps
I now bow
To silence.
No leaves pass
Quite unusual
It is only a passing wind
Through my skin and the other,
Emptiness.
Filling gaps, seeking sounds
Finding the void
Uncomfortable and now I walk.
Further and further
Gathering light and sound, I move.
*It's hard to explain but there is this turmoil I feel which I've tried to put into this poem. Shall continue later.
hi. did your article on youth and politics come out? can we access the link. thanks. arijit
ReplyDeleteYep, it did but sadly, since it was out on the 6th of October, now it's been deleted from the website. Sorry, couldn't send it to you earlier as I was at A Round Square Conference in Mayo, Ajmer at that time.
ReplyDeleteHowever, what I can do is, I can post you a hard copy of it, if it's possible. Or if you give me your email, I perhaps could get it from the archives office and send it via email.
Thanks a lot for the interest. I do feel encouraged.
no worries. you could email at: arijitsenmail@gmail.com. your random-shruti gmail has probably a recipient failure. all the best
ReplyDelete'good times, no crimes' - good one.
ReplyDeleteand i dearly wish it arrives.
I suppose it'll be a little too perfect then but then again, depends on what you consider crime.
ReplyDeleteThank You anyway, totally poured out of school blues:D
And you monster, do you really wish it arrives?