Look, perceive within,
Who knocks at those very walls,
the resonating thudding waltz
in the space within,
Clumsy clamour to
break free, free from every
umbilical leaning and a
resigned dependence
of sorts.
The burden of belonging to One
who cares less,
lesser than before
today;
Will it never end.
Hoping futilely to bring back the
loneliness,
As usual
somewhere a tinkling bell
of old acquaintance
gratifies the mind
aligning chaos with the present,
Doomsday with Newtonian Physics.
Her presence, a dull throb
hurting between
the stooped shoulder blades,
Sudden flashes of guilt
Like a hemorrhaging knife
in the wintry morn!
I want to push it away, flee away
yet it grows on me, into me
Ever so stealthily,
I feel as a blind thief on
a darkened street;
who cannot perceive
the graffiti “Death”
upon the walls bleached-bare,
whitewashed, staining
with the blood
oozing, straining
falling free; his blood.
And I can’t identify him? Is it I
rolling over and over,
in the fetid stink,
missing a footing,
and losing
my balance, Soul,
Our World?
How I long for that “Yesterday”!
Wishing that you went away
and stood partially eclipsed,
the door between us,
a strange knock, yours,
which I won’t reckon to
this time.