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22 January, 2005

Transition

"...but that was in another country,
And besides, the wench is dead."
The Jew of Malta


Sitting by windows thus, I've seen
lush and lustrous green
metamorphose to a desert's arid shapes.

I've seen subtly-scented spring
turn astringent under summer's searing scythe,
and attain in desiccated death
a grotesque, foetid flowering.

I've seen, I've seen...love's luscious fruit
unflesh to bone, to skeletons
bleached smooth by pitiless suns...
I've smelt carrion long ere decay took root

on this deceptive pilgrim trail.
Expert now, I gauge each evanescent season
to within a trice of treason.
There's no allure left now in your smiling veil.
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3 Comments:

Blogger Pragya said...

The images this brings to mind!

Every fleeting emotion, during this "Transition", comes across so clearly, so succinctly. Nothing beats your classic style!

22 January, 2005 08:22  
Blogger Dan Husain said...

bro james... you know the effect your poetry has over me but still you wish to see the eye oggling, cheeks red, hair raised expression of mine...

I've seen subtly-scented spring
turn astringent under summer's searing scythe,
and attain in desiccated death
a grotesque, foetid flowering.

and

I've smelt carrion long ere decay took root

and

There's no allure left now in your smiling veil.

are just awesome... khoob likha miyan

22 January, 2005 12:13  
Blogger manisha lakhe said...

traveling the same paths we are...as yoda might have said...the force is with you, j. (the halo, i am afraid has been permanently knocked off by your last poem!)

*grin*

24 January, 2005 00:29  

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