Wishing to Lose

>> Thursday, July 19, 2007

I count to ten and begin to search
whether you are hiding dear.
I hear the cow moo and rush near,
to see your prints near the birch.

My roving eye catches the rustles
of the bush near the fence.
I walk over in the sense,
as I hear you struggle
with the thorns on the path nearby,

As you free yourself from that momentary gyve,
I hear the sound of a goat's cry,
moments later, their herd passes by.

I hear a faint giggle
and slide through the trees,
The forest now seems demonic
blowing without a breeze
I hear you anklets tinkle
and comb the foliage.

The river has silenced the sun's rage
I hear nor see any signs of you
My wrinkles begin to catalyse my age
Tears won't dry and the lamp goes dim
and the fishermen come with a tale.

The men tell me that you were found
entangled in their net
I know you were trying to find
A better place; to win.

I wish I had never played
that silly game of hide and seek, for fun,
Papa would have accepted defeat
As I see your wraith saying you have won.

3 comments:

Apoorva September 3, 2007 at 6:28 AM  

feels different coming from u...bt tht ws beautiful.

Mithila September 16, 2007 at 10:20 AM  

beautiful poem.. no drama, no heavy-duty wordplay..simple n yet very touching I'm no acclamied poem-critic or watever bt dat was pretty terrific work :-)
keep it up!

parvati September 26, 2007 at 12:18 PM  

good blend of imaginationa and story....ur poem complements....a sceneic beauty.....kkeep it up...