Monday, December 19, 2011

Every day ends

A thud of the axle.
Goosebumps of rain
shiver into life on the window.
Wipers flail their arms
like the oar-men of Onam.
En route the intestinal turnings now.
The city suffers a leaky gut.
Whirlpools of dark water
become the door knobs to invisibility.
The last foothold.
Its size changes constantly.
Our ship connects many islands.
A slithery snake with fangs of light,
it bites its way out of darkness.
And our hope, shiny and hard-
a dead starfish-
decorates us amidst everything.

5 comments:

Usha Pisharody said...

Your metaphors are always evocative. They are curious, they are lively, they slip under the skin. Hope you got home safe, that day :)

Musings of a wanderer said...

@ Usha

Thank you. Yes, I did reach safely. That's the best part in a journey. Our hopes are strong, hard and shiny like that dead starfish.

Usha Pisharody said...

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Biswarup Mukherjee said...

lovely...Specially:

Wipers flail their arms
like the oar-men of Onam.

Thoughtful alliteration

Avi said...

"Whirlpools of dark water
become the door knobs to invisibility."

I'm still trying to imagine a door knob in a whirlpool. Invisibility is fine.