Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Fencing

I could see it coming.
But it didn't matter.
After 20 years , suddenly
I was tired. And I could see
There was nowhere to go.
The day was windy.
The drizzle a silver shimmer.
In the middle of a busy afternoon in Calcutta
I was crossing a road.

I could see it coming, the blue-yellow bus.
(Follow Traffic Rules,it said)
But it didn't matter.
After 20 years , suddenly
I was tired. And I could see
There was nowhere to go.

It was near.Very, very near.
A matter of moments.
And the Wall would be scaled.


A streak of lightning across the grey.
And I saw
That it didn't matter really.
Two choices too eerily congruent.


A few quick steps.
A swearing bus driver.
(boka choda naki shala?, he said)
Casually concerned Calcuttans.


The drizzle grew into a shower.
Got wet today.

9 comments:

  1. this one goes in perfect harmony with today.

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  2. i like the conclusion, somehow. couldn't have been better.

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  3. hmm...........indeed optometry classes are not a complete waste of time eh???

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  4. oh. shit.

    boddo beshi bhalo likhis. kano bol toh?

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  5. @ Shrey_a_she: Right.It was written on the very day it was posted.

    @ dry, sweet and very very stormy: Thanks =)

    @ Guitargeorge: Opto-ELECTRONICS dude! I thought I was the only one who wasn't listening. :D

    @ Kaichu: This post is just an incident.It is NOT emulated.But thanks anyway.

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  6. Very, very clever choice of words.As if I wouldn't know.As if.

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  7. The last two lines. The last one more, actually.
    Like the impact.
    Nice.
    :)

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  8. Cross the road carefully baba.

    Somehow, though I don't care much for the poem, I like the feeling it leaves me with.

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