Monday, October 5, 2009


Current Feelings

The saddest water
I found in the canal.
Green, a burnt green
of snubbed-out desire.
Thick, murky aftertaste
of layered longings.
Twigs and seeds, feathers and shells
melting between grinding planes
of current.

Salt from unspent tears
feeding ugly, lethargic, unforgiving,
smirking, whiskered fish.

Then, from nowhere,
an Amber glow falls.

1 comment:

Kiran said...

snubbed-out desire and layered longings...i love this poem Pramod. One could spend more than a whole evening just talking about so many things you've mentioned...