Wednesday, July 27, 2011

a monsoon revulsion

Traitor, she thinks, heart lined with fury
"Chica!" Why so angry? asks the man next door.

She stomps past the neighbor, the windows, the houses
the blue doors, the road, the pleasant blue-grey wind(no more)
she stomps- past it all in anger.

Walk away, I calmly say to her from the skies
Its a phase, you'll know again how to smile.

I know, she replies to my pronouncement.
It's not as much the words that hurt
but the mouth that said it all.

1 comment:

Thousif Raza said...

yeah u r a genius... you are an absolute treat to read... that was really intense even if it was very simple... i donno why but i so loved the mention of the blue doors... that built the imagination so much stronger for the picture you were trying to build with this poem... loved it :)

Take care and keep writing...........