Waking up
with a cramped body,
and a foul smelling mouth...reminiscent of last night's whisky...
processed with cigarette fumes
- which left,
a sticky taste,
and glued me to bed...
This morning, a meeting point:
...of countless threads,
from eternity to today
...of the last evening,
when we touched each other
with raw words,
stretching from one peg to another
...of an evening a week back,
when at a speed of 60kmph,
I travelled from love to loneliness
...of a year back,
when I embarked upon a journey,
to meet my hedonistic Shadow
... of a decade back,
when I looked inside myself,
and was overwhelmed, and inspired,
by its naive incompleteness
... of a life-time back
when pushed out of the womb,
I suffered my fall....
Events conspired:
... to weave the inevitable,
and I was born
...with a numb memory
of a dim, faded, unspent communion
of the evening before!
(26/01/81- IBP Guest House, Korba)
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2 comments:
Oh, I love everything this doesn't say. There must be so much behind these lines!
--ditto--
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