Wordside Woman

  SHADOW   Directionless, I walk through lighted corridors, I force myself to move along, Unyielding to the luring offers of the shady corners, Heaviness slows me down to a crawl, Let me stop, bleed away a little of my beingness, Reduce myself, shrink myself to naught, Make myself light, I look down and realise there are two of me, We meet where my feet begin, I run back and forth to no avail, Can’t seem to outrun it, My constant creepy companion, Reluctantly I lie down, And we became one in an embrace.  

  They were all in sepia,  Mountains, roads, causeways and bridges,  In a pile beneath the dusty carpet,  Left behind for me,  They lay calling out in muffled voice.  A motley crowd,  not all in black had assembled,  An unassuming casket and a sprig of lavender,  From the mailman to the mayor all had come,  A family had born where strangers were,  A sombre tone had settled there,  The train’s on time and the office is still at nine,  Phones ring and buzzers pressed,  The click of heels never cease,  But for now,  let’s pause,  Be silent and mourn.

  A puddle of uniformed identities,  Staring at black and white knowledge,  Eyes, some eager, some drowsy,  Trained to limit their vision to within the walls of the class,  Never straying beyond the panes of the window,  There is a chink at the corner,  And the world tries to sneak in unmindful of the sharp shards of glass,  It is shunned and tagged a “distraction”.  Here and there often of a brain cracks and leaks  Redolent imagination that indelibly stains wherever it drips,  It is promptly swept away using the dry papers from weighty tomes.  No one moves,  Bulbous eyes faithfully follow the trail of the white chalk,  The clock ticks and a bell rings.  The puddle of uniformed identities muzzle their senses and file away  Towards a repeat of today.

The smell of earth awakened me, cool breeze caressed me, water drops dripped down from the roof, it silenced my favorite pony's hooves.                           Roses were darker like the lovers lips,                           sun lighter behind the velvet veil of clouds,                           shed down to earth tiny bright arrows,                           from a seven colored bow far from west. Shrill cry of peacock echoed in the meadows, where a hundred thousand gems glittered, ...