Looking At You
He pushed the door, and I stumbled in-
there you were huddled in an exhausted seat
your bones rubbery, your eyes watery.
Electric thoughts that crackle around you
seemed like soggy rags sans the stink-
your darting eyes had slowed down
like a sodden evening.
Spirits might have been talking in tongues
whenever you opened your mouth slightly
-saw you stop and blink your eyes
before struggling with the act,
the horrendous act of turning thoughts to words.
The merry-making and scene enacting went on
heedless, and when the others had slowed
you sped on like a wheeless skid downhill,
perhaps I glimpsed three of you-
how many more remain to be seen?
(c) Max Babi, June 2005.
Ahem, posting this here for expert comments.
there you were huddled in an exhausted seat
your bones rubbery, your eyes watery.
Electric thoughts that crackle around you
seemed like soggy rags sans the stink-
your darting eyes had slowed down
like a sodden evening.
Spirits might have been talking in tongues
whenever you opened your mouth slightly
-saw you stop and blink your eyes
before struggling with the act,
the horrendous act of turning thoughts to words.
The merry-making and scene enacting went on
heedless, and when the others had slowed
you sped on like a wheeless skid downhill,
perhaps I glimpsed three of you-
how many more remain to be seen?
(c) Max Babi, June 2005.
Ahem, posting this here for expert comments.
Labels: poetry
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2 Comments:
Came back to Caferati after a long time and saw this. Max, ur piece trigers identified emotions of seeing a dear one split into many unrecognisable bits. Thank you.
Hi Arundhati,
After a long time indeed!
I have been posting my stuff more at the board rather than the blog for some months now. Take a look there.
Tks for this comment.
Cheerz!
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