Wednesday, 17 October 2007

Brown paint on a yellow wall

Sitting on a bench
Near a yellow wall.
Trains on their tracks stop
Near the yellow wall.
Brown paint on the yellow wall.
A smear as he spits
The brown paint on the yellow wall.
And the fisher-women lean
On the yellow wall.
Sit and stare at
The brown paint on the yellow wall.
A man with one chappal
And a dirty, torn lungi walks
To the yellow wall
And squats with a cloth and a can of water
To wash off
The brown paint on the yellow wall.
The trains pass by
The yellow wall.
Getting up from the bench
Near the yellow wall.
No more brown paint on the yellow wall
Until the next man passes by
And another smear as he spits
The brown paint on the yellow wall.

Slow Walk

I slow walk alone.
No one by my side
To take me in his arms.
No hope of love- solitude.
Sparkling moon, say hello
To him who lives far far away-
In Never land- happy and joyous.
And I slow walk alone.
Cool waters glisten a melody
The winds weave a melody
The stars shine a melody
Unheard by me,
For I slow walk alone.
And thoughts besiege my fortress
And flood me with emotion.
And the tears unwarranted flow by
And join the earth below
For no on is by my side
To take me in his arms
And so I slow walk alone.

Big Foot Adventure

Her yellow paw stepped on dry leaf.
The ray of the scorching noon-sun
On her tense, striped back,
Reflecting off her black eye.

Big Foot Adventure-

A ripple of a breeze
As she spots her prey.
The firm paw crouches
Amidst the tall dry grass.
The power of every muscle
Controlled in her foot step.
Not a sound, not a rustle.

Big Foot Adventure-

Her ear perked up
And a sudden effortless leap
And a pounding, thunderous chase.
And that paw, the claws all out
grabs the deer.
The strength, the force,
As she bites into her midday meal.
The power emanating
From her tense, striped back
As her claws rip through her food
And then she leaves
Turning around, proud,
With her tail up and head held high.
The quiet triumph shown
In her vicious-soft paw…

Big Foot Adventure!!!