The superior gets liberal
Showering pent up blessings,
Blessings of an unknown form:
Unfriendly, the apt countenance.
From heaven, she comes galloping,
The whip wielding, bindi’ed maiden,
Plucking away ripe yellow leaves as she lands,
Convincing the roots to undo themselves
With her persuasive postiche locks.
Piercing, he exclaims:
First droplets, on his armour,
The wind, his friend?
Benumbing him,
Or modulating her?
She, the powerful:
Her chillness percolates him,
No mercy! The wind snaps away.
Darkness enshrouding him,
Gloom all around.
Steps traced inattentively,
As his heart races nonchalantly
To the ancient fortresses
Of his life that is dead,
Speeding up, and slowing down:
Her dictations, her fluctuations.
Soft susurrations,
Loud weepy wails;
Leafy rustlings,
Bacchanalian random drum beats.
His head bent low, then, and now;
Muddy shoes on his feet, then, and now,
Enshrouded in an ocean of similarity,
A friendly anonymity,
He starts seeing a mother in her,
Like a child that cries:
Mother’s arms, and the unfailing comfort.
The assumed mother, disrobes herself in a flash,
Exposing the vulnerable;
Impertinent flashes:
Her debauched camera snaps!
An eager friend
An innocent believer
A hopeless lover
A promising son
A timid school boy.
His first motorcycle ride
His first day in college
His first crush
His mom’s illness
His first break up
Caught the camera!
Multitudes of water dripping down his boots,
Foot raised with multiple questions,
In a direction, favoured by a destination?
Wayside adornments – unspeakable oddities:
Domestic dirt, liberated, and abandoned,
Now stinking, the rain long gone,
And the air, clear, but heavy!
