I lack words,
when my eyes are shut
and my ears are sealed
and a hum of a metro
or a toy train rattling off
in distance; in and through the
ragged entrances of black boulders
cut into neat arches
dispersed among the pines and the spruces
Disappearing and appearing
synchronous with my warm chest
kept warm by the many layers of clothings
that adorns my fragile body.
My body trembles
shivers at the sight of it’s sound
Now, running through the green grass
leaving footprints,making darker shades of green portraits
brushed away by the evening wind.
The sound of a ceiling fan
the sound of an alarm clock
the thumpings on the door and the walls
mellowing into a scream of unisex cry.
I stood at the balcony
staring at the blue sky
the rumblings now far less evident
freezing in the cold wind; my ears getting warmer,
It had passed.
This weather is the worst.
It makes people sick!
Sometimes, like a cold blanket
And sometimes, like an over-fed fire place.
This city isn’t Hawaii
Covered by warm, clear skies
With the sound of waves rushing
Into the lands,
Large noise of motorbikes,
The swarm of office-going bees,
And the occasional azaan in the air.
But the large buildings
Rusting into time
Have cast long shadows
Enough, have you taunted me,
Walk out of the cloudy skies!
And shine forth your glamourous shine
I am a poor boy in lack of Vitamin D.
He sat outside while it rained. The red asbestos sheet sheltering him and the dog. Mother was making coffee in the newly shiny decoction set. And he could see it from the window.
Rain was getting heavier. Clouds were clashing against each other with vengeance. Sparks from flying off the electricity pole. He pulled another chair and put his feet on top of it. The sound of the rain falling made it impossible for him listen to his mother calling him.
She came and nudged him.
Startled and shocked, he let out a shriek—shriller than a girl—and dropped the coffee on the white tiles. He held the steel cup with the coffee falling all over and kept it on the wooden table. Continue reading “Fever”
-I think I am lost-
-No I have lost-
-I am shredded- torn and peeled-
-I tried to look for my old set-
-There were pieces- missing and some just stale-
-Fungus ridden- and stench-
-I breathe- in- and out-
-Fire -when rain’s falling- on the city-
-I am just a fool-
-Who heard a fool’s story-
I can see the keyboard glowing in the dark
In the dark, I can see.