Thursday, October 7, 2010


Escape

Finally I break the igloo
of heat
the bubble of the beyond
within the ribcage
between torrents
of advertising copy.

Close your eyes and I'll let you feel
a kiss between the shoulder-blades. Reach up on your toes and
you'll see a shadow. Just a matter of time.

What if you came from the beyond
of the beyond
and christened my gloom
and left for the beyond?

Here I am,
vast as a desert
and as sprinkled with sand
and footprints of wayfarers.

Death is an oasis
scorched in the heat
of the cold.

Let

me

sleep.

5 comments:

Tinker Belle said...

"Here I am,
vast as a desert
and as sprinkled with sand
and footprints of wayfarers."


Loved these lines. :)

Sowmya said...

Loved the picture. Dont understand your morbid fascination for death though.

Vinutha N said...

"Death is an oasis
scorched in the heat
of the cold." wonderful lines !
Is the central idea to deconstruct the notion with death and replace it with a more mature idea ? Jus curious :)

Pramshanks said...

@ Tinker: I used to be scared of deserts and ships as a child!
@ Sowmya: Picture is of Ammu running through the corridors of Sophia's in Mumbai. Death, and its fascination, are temporary phases for me :)
@ Vinutha: Death is a turnstile... it takes you along, and often drops you back where you started!
@ All: Thanks!

firefly said...

I really liked the last line..the whole idea gives me a feeling of turning my back on everything that hurts and run away..