The city wears a shawl
of wintry loneliness.
Quick steps all around
pierce the condensing darkness.
Doors swallow the bodies in a hurry
and souls are left behind for a moment
as if making sense
of the journeys till the threshold.
A solitary car pummels down
the beams of light
in its tussle with the looming mist.
The mid-night moon reaches out
to no one in particular
through a fronded cloud.
And what is present in real
measures for eternity
the vastness of absence.
3 comments:
Good one again. I wonder what reminds you of cold December sitting in steamy Chennai. Anyways it reminded me of old English poems written around early part of 20TH century
The poem had a very good feel. Universal subject. One that everyone would have experienced.
'condensing darkness' & 'tussle with the looming mist' are nice touches.
Usually these solitary poems are from the perspective of the person travelling in the cold winter. You've viewed it as a third person (third to people and the winter itself).
@BP
Thank you. Definitely, it's something everyone must've experienced. I wanted to try to get out of that explicit narrator style of "I feel...". But rather have the narration loud enough in the back ground. I try this sometimes but gets difficult in some situations where the poem is a personal one.
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